Creed
My wife went off to Vegas
Just a couple days away
So I went down to the shelter
Had an idea that couldn’t wait
I found a little fella
And I brought that bastard home
Surprised her when she walked in
Now he won’t leave us alone
[Pre-Chorus]
His name is Rockaford
He’s got no balls at all
He follows us from room to room
And cries out down the hall
[Chorus]
Oh, Rockaford and the Poos
Two little assholes that we didn’t choose
Well, I guess we did, but that’s beside the point
One wants love, one runs the joint
Rockaford’s scared of the TV
The Poos just screams relentlessly
Every morning, seven on the dot
“Where’s my wet pussy food? You forgot!”
[Verse 2]
Now the Poos was here before him
And she did not approve
When Rockaford showed up
She was in a real bad mood
For nearly one whole year
She wouldn’t sit upon my lap
She looked at me like I’d betrayed her
Every time I tried to pat
But she’s finally forgiven me
At least that’s what I assume
She likes her pets aggressive
Like I’m trying to buff a shoe
[Chorus]
Oh, Rockaford and the Poos
Two little assholes that we didn’t choose
One’s got attitude, one’s got no nuts
But somehow we still love their guts
Rockaford’s scared of the TV
The Poos demands her food from me
Every morning, seven on the dot
“Where’s my wet pussy food? You forgot!”
[Bridge]
Rockaford sees the television
And runs like someone’s breaking in
The Poos just sits there judging him
Like, “Jesus Christ, grow some skin”
But Rockaford can’t grow balls
Those disappeared some time ago
So he climbs up on our chest instead
Because personal space means no
[Final Chorus]
Oh, Rockaford and the Poos
Our furniture’s covered, our sleep we lose
One wakes us up, one won’t leave
There’s cat hair on everything we own and breathe
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