Lyrics

Verse 1]
Well Natalie lives by her mama named Cindy,
In a cul-de-sac that’s peaceful and windy.
She works as a coach with Maxwell’s name,
But Penny the cat is the queen of the game.

Mean little feline, full of sass,
Knocks mugs off the table, shreds curtains with class.
Natalie grins and says, “She’s just shy,”
As Penny plots vengeance with one glowing eye.

[Chorus]
Oh Natalie, the pajama pants queen,
Leads with a quote and a positive glean.
But Penny the cat is a four-pawed menace,
Hissing at neighbors and growling in Venice.
She speaks on success, in her sweater so grand,
While holding a laser pointer in hand.
For cat or for crowd, she’s leading with flair,
Though some in attendance just sat there and stared.

[Verse 2]
She spoke at a gig with a welcome so bright,
Then handed the mic off and vanished from sight.
Dad said the dude who came after was loud,
And if you’re not Christian, you’d feel unallowed.

There were 25 folks, but subtract the crew,
Leaves a dozen plus one not quite sure what to do.
Three Amish came by — at least they were fed,
Though Penny was eyeing their buggies with dread.

[Bridge]
And Cindy, dear Cindy, she smiled and she nodded,
As Dad recapped things quite candidly plotted.
“She wore one of those sweaters — you know the kind —
The ones that are roomy and two sizes wide.”

[Chorus]
Oh Natalie, the pajama pants queen,
Can coach you to dream and keep your desk clean.
But her events sometimes have a twist in the plot,
Like sermons and cats and confused Amish caught.
She’s laughing through life, and Penny just hisses,
At anyone daring to question her business!

[Outro]
So here’s to our Natalie, bold and serene,
In slippers and sweaters and flannel routine.
With Penny the menace curled up on her lap,
Ready to swipe at your Bible or nap. 🎶