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Forey Land

Wave 935

Tuesday

The 5th of May, 2009 at 05:07 PM

Per Richard's Request I have uploaded lyrics from a song that is currently stuck in my head. As you all know, my "kitty's" name is Forest Whitaker. His nickname is Forey. Just recently I have had the Aqua song, Barbie Girl, stuck in my head... except the lyrics are a little different

Forey Land

I'm a Forey fan, in my Forey Land
He's spastic, and fantastic
You can brush his hair
And poke him everywhere
He's crazy, But then so lazy

Come On Forey, Let's Go Party

He's a brown tabby cat, and a little too fat
Dress him up, for the night, show him tricks, make him fight
He's your boy, he's your man, and does all that he can
To show love and to purr, with his witt and his fur
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "He's always yours.."

uu-ooh-u


I'm a Forey fan, in my Forey Land
He's spastic, and fantastic
You can brush his hair
And poke him everywhere
He's crazy, But then so lazy

Forey Whitty is my Kitty
Ah-ah-ah-yeah
Forey Whitty is my Kitty
uu-ooh-u
Forey Whitty is my Kitty
Ah-ah-ah-yeah
Forey Whitty is my Kitty
uu-ooh-u

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