Fritz The Cat Page #4

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Excuse me, Rabbi.

Hi, Ma.

Excuse me, Rabbi.

Uncle Ben, how are you?

I'm catching a criminal.

Excuse me, Rabb...

It's you.

Did you find him?

No, he was over there, but...

-But I was just telling you...

-Cut it out!

But I was just...

I ain't talking loud!

What are you doing?

What's going on here?

You saved my life!

We interrupt

the lsraeli-Arab war...

for this special announcement.

The president,

after conferring...

with the lsraeli

prime minister Golda Meir...

has agreed to send more arms

and equipment to lsrael...

based on the return of

New York City and Los Angeles...

to the United States.

Mazel tov! Mazel tov!

Stop, you motherfucking cat!

Stop in the name of the law!

Stop!

Stupid, Ralph,

you're not supposed to dance.

But I didn't want

to break the circle!

-You're not supposed to dance.

-l got musical feet.

You dumb rookie.

Dumb rookie!

You dumb rookie!

Dumb rookie!

You're not supposed

to dance, Ralph...

'cause you're not Jewish!

I had a great thing going till

the frigging fuzz showed up.

I wish that skinny broad

didn't turn on the shower, too.

I think I'm getting a cold.

Hello, men. Everybody studying

for their goddamn exams?

Hey, Buzz, how'd it go

with that Dee-Dee chick?

She's got some bod,

you have to admit.

Charlene isn't bad,

either, though, right?

Like wow!

Hines!

You swine, old buddy pig!

You groove behind Alvina,

get some kicks tonight?

Bastards.

You'd think the goddamn exams...

was the be-all and end-all

of existence...

cosmic life force

or something.

You'd think they were

the frigging fugitives.

Can't even get in

a few decent words to a guy.

Bastards.

What a bore,

they just sit there...

and take bennies

and stay up all night...

with their face stuck

in a bunch of books...

and their thumb up their ass.

Yes, yes,

I remember the time...

when it was all very inspiring

and enlightening...

all this history and literature

and sociology sh*t.

You think learning

is a really big thing...

and you become

this big f***ing intellectual...

and sit around trying

to out-intellectual...

all the other big

f***ing intellectuals.

You spend years and years...

with your nose buried

in these goddamn tomes...

while the world

is passing you by.

All the stuff to see...

and all the kicks...

and all the girls

are out there.

And me, a writer!

And a poet who should be

having adventures...

and experiencing

all the diversities...

and paradoxes

and ironies of life...

and passing over

all the roads of the world!

And digging all the cities

and towns and rivers...

and the oceans and...

making all of them chicks.

Oh, God.

As a writer and a poet...

it is my duty to get out there

and dig the world...

to swim in

the whole frigging scene...

while there is

still time, man.

My farting around days

are over, baby.

From this day on, I shall live

every day as if it was my last.

I must do it!

No more of the dreary,

boring classes...

dismal lectures,

sitting around bullshitting..

with pretentious

fat-ass hippies.

No more of the books...

the spoutings of

a bunch of old farts...

who think they know

the whole goddamn score.

Oh, my God, what have I done?

I set all my notes

and books on fire...

and now I can't study

for my exams.

I'll flunk out,

and my folks will be pissed off.

I'll get a blanket.

The blanket's on fire.

We better call

the fire department.

Bo Diddley buy his baby

a diamond ring

If that diamond ring

don't shine

He gonna take it

to a private eye

If that private eye

can't see

He better not take

that ring from me

Bo Diddley caught him

a nanny goat

To make his pretty baby

a Sunday coat

Bo Diddley caught him

a bear cat

To make his pretty baby

a Sunday hat

Maybe someday

You will fall in love

As I fell in love with you

Baby

The one you love

Just keep falling in love

with you

Then when

You all alone

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