Archive | May, 2012

Yakety Yak: Take It Back

11 May

This one’s for you, Jolie Jones. Thanks to your Web site, I was able to get a glimpse of how the music video was put together and the recognition it garnered (for a short time).

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Fictitious New Track for Skat Kat

11 May

There aren’t twelve songs by MC Skat Kat (and the Stray Mob), but thirteen, with the inclusion of Get a Grip, which I have on the LP version of Skat Strut from the UK. I wondered if there’d be any more rap songs I wouldn’t mind listening to. As my father once told me, “Why don’t you write a song?” And looky here, I came up with a new song for the rapping cat: House Kat.

Yo, Leo, you know what time it is?

(Leo: What?)

(Skat Kat, Fatz, and Taboo: It’s time for home improvement!)

Skat Kat is back in action! Sorry to keep you waitin’.

Life in the streets isn’t always bad, find a happy place so you don’t get mad.

Dumpsters, alleys, wherever you wish, as long as you can grub some tasty fish. (Fatz: Yum!)

Me? I’m a cat who hopes for the best, looking for a place just to chill and rest.

The Mob could use a little R and R – it’s tiring to back up this rapping star. (Fatz: You said it.)

Where will I live? Where will I go? Not having a house will bring me woe.

Real estate would be my final resort for a crib for me and my cohorts.

Sure, my old place is fine and standing, but the tattered walls leave me demanding

something better, something phat. I need a new home – I am the House Kat.

(House Kat, livin’ it up across the street)

(House Kat. Give him a home that can’t be beat)

(House Kat, livin’ it up across the street)

(House Kat. Give him a home that can’t be beat)

If I were Mister Rogers, I’d change my shoes, greeting other neighbors who have heard the news

of Skat Kat living in a humble abode, unless I’m in the limo out on the road.

Home is where the heart is, that’s what I hear, so lemme get it pumpin’ when I come near.

I’ll make you move and jump around so the floorboards get that thumpin’ sound.

What a place, ain’t no way that we’re ditchin’ –  livin’ room, dinin’ room, rec room, kitchen,

bedrooms, bathrooms, backyard, too. A three-car garage would excite Taboo. (Taboo: Yeauh!)

It’s all we need to kick back and unwind. Now try to remember, keep it in mind.

It’s something better, something phat. This is a home for me, the House Kat.

(House Kat, livin’ it up across the street)

(House Kat. Give him a home that can’t be beat)

(House Kat, livin’ it up across the street)

(House Kat. Give him a home that can’t be beat)

(Beat box break)

(Micetro: That’s it! Keep it up, big boy! Don’t mind me – I’m setting up a mouse hole in the wall. And Silk, you can come visit me anytime.)

(Silk: Thanks, but I’m too big to fit through a mouse hole.)

(Micetro: Ah, c’mon, I’ll make it bigger for ya-)

Don’t even think of it, Micetro. You’ve done just enough damage to the home.

(Micetro: Whatever.)

To get this house I had to pay, but don’t think that won’t make us stray.

We are who we are, we’ll never change, we just keep rollin’ like chuggin’ trains.

Don’t put my name on the sliding gate, or fans will set up camp and wait.

This is our hideout, who woulda guessed? Suburban livin’, more for less.

I gotta work to pay these bills by rapping and dancing, greater thrills. (Katleen: Greater thriiiiills!)

A cat’s home really is his castle, but owning a big one? What a hassle!

We need no money to score us a mansion – it’s all about my being, didn’t I mention?

It’s something better, something phat, it’s all too much for this House Kat.

(House Kat, livin’ it up across the street) On the prairie… on the range…

(House Kat. Give him a home that can’t be beat) By the beach… nothing strange…

(House Kat, livin’ it up across the street) Skat Kat doesn’t need a penthouse…

(House Kat. Give him a home that can’t be beat) Just his feline friends and mouse…

(House Kat, livin’ it up across the street)

(House Kat. Give him a home that can’t be beat)

(Fade out)

So what do you think? All done in true Skat Kat style. It could probably use some fine-tuning. What matters to me the most is that the lyrics must be clean.