Come and hear my story, will ye,
Of the humble son of miller,
With no donkey, nor a mill there.
It was not even -
Nothing to live on,
Fooled by daddy,
Poor ol' laddie.
Yet he had his booted kitten,
Hell of (a) story happened with them,
So they could win these
Castle and princess.
Chorus:
Puss in boots,
You are smart and able,
Puss in boots,
I put in you my hopes and trust,
Puss in boots,
You must make me fabled,
Puss in boots,
Make me now Marquis of Carabas.
Bridge:
Oh well.
Life of a peasant
Is so unpleasant.
Puss in boots, will you
Help the ex-miller?
Puss in boots, shall you
Bring me some value?
You are so cocky,
You'll do the talking,
You are amazing,
I am too lazy.
If you're poor and barely witting,
And you're up to little cheating,
You should talk to your pet kitty:
He will bring for ye
Someone who's royal,
Having nothing,
Cat goes bluffing,
If beset by hulking villain,
Send ahead your faithful feline,
You could stay snoozing,
What are you losing?
