Lyrics

[Verse]
Well, I'm down on my knees, scoopin' up that litter,
My kitty-cat's watchin', feelin' like a quitter,
His eyes are all wide, like he's king of the place,
I'm shovel in hand, wearin' a frown on my face.

[Verse 2]
He's sittin' up high on his fancy cat tree,
Just purrin' away, lookin' smug as can be,
I'm knee-deep in dirt, tryin' to make it all clean,
He's livin' the life while I'm stuck in this scene.

[Chorus]
Oh, I got the litter box blues,
Scrapin' out the mess, payin' my dues,
My house is a palace, he's the feline king,
But it's me with the scooper, doin' the dirty thing.

[Verse 3]
He prances around like he's royalty fine,
Leaves me to the business that's far from divine,
With that flick of his tail, he's gone in a flash,
And I'm left behind with this smelly ol’ trash.

[Verse 4]
I wonder sometimes who's the owner in this home,
Him with his whiskers or me with the comb,
For a creature so small, he's got quite a command,
Turnin' me his servant with just one demand.

[Chorus]
Oh, I got the litter box blues,
Scrapin' out the mess, payin' my dues,
My house is a palace, he's the feline king,
But it's me with the scooper, doin' the dirty thing.