"The Cat with the Cream" as written by and Christopher Geddes Sarah Martin....
Sitting at the old kitchen table
Peace and health and dreams
Stretching out in the darkness
Mother's up the stairs with her ageing new boyfriend
Cathy's staying in to make sure nothing happens
All aboard the freak parade
I cover up my head and pray
I'm praying for the light

Down amongst the old city chambers
Men in frocks debate all the policy changes
Everybody bet on the boom and got busted
Everybody bet and in the government trusted
Grubby little red MP
Yellow flapping hopelessly

Tory like the cat with the cream
Tory like the cat with the cream
I studied you in history
I studied in the library
In days of old when knights were bold
They'd settle it with swords and shields
In days of old when knights were bold
It's settled by the king

Praying for a friend is contagious
'Specially when it comes at the old kitchen table
Listening for the swoosh of his quickening paces
Watching for the smile on the bravest of faces
How I wish you'd read to me
Verses rich in swallows and trees
To get me though the night

Waiting at the old kitchen table
Listening for my code, listening for my instructions
Surely now I'm here, I am destined for greatness
I want to be the Queen pulling kids out of rivers
All aboard the freak parade
I cover up my head and pray

I'm praying for the cat with the cream
I'm praying for the cat with the cream
I studied you in history
I studied in the library
In days of old when knights were bold
They'd settle it with sword and shield
In days of old when knights were bold
It's settled by the king
It's settled by the king
It's settled by the king
It's settled by the king


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"The Cat with the Cream" as written by Richard Colburn Christopher Geddes

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    My OpinionPolitical. Conservatives, Torys, are the cats with the cream
    Avril Lasagneon May 09, 2015   Link
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    General CommentI hear the heartbeat of a child sitting alone in the kitchen, being quiet and "well-behaved" while somewhere in the house is a Bad Guy. The raging new boyfriend, listening for "the swoosh of his quickening paces." The child is watching its mother (or Kathy? Sister? Aunt?), wishing they were having better times-- that smile on the bravest of faces, how I wish you'd read to me... Finally there is an escape, here's your coat, now do exactly as I tell you.

    The second verse totally torpedoes this. Unless the RNBf is a financier or politician who's lost his shirt? Maybe? I don't know man I didn't do it.
    InfantTyroneon December 30, 2016   Link

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