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Cat or Mouse
Last Saturday, we were wed
In my house, she shared my bed
She started playing, all over town
I said, "Let's enjoy life, please slow down"
She replied, "Hey Bub, I'm the boss here hoss"
Should have known better when she called me Bub
She said, "I need to see your last pay stub
I'm going to take your house, you big louse
Get it straight, I'm the cat, you're the mouse
You keep the cheese, and I'll take the house"
"Meow"
Her friend moved in, his name is Steve
Two weeks later, they asked me to leave
She said, "I'm no longer going to be your spouse"
So I gave her all three mortgages, and the house
Smiling I posed, "now, who's the cat or the mouse"
"Meow"
Should have known better when she called me Bub
She said, "I need to see your last pay stub
I'm going to take your house, you big louse
Get it straight, I'm the cat, you're the mouse
You keep the cheese, and I'll take the house"
"Meow"
So what's the moral of this sad tale
Just have fun and drink a lotta ale
If you meet a girl that calls you Bub
Hide your pay stub and leave that pub
Lesson learned here, be a man not a mouse
Should have known better when she called me Bub
She said, "I need to see your last pay stub
I'm going to take your house, you big louse
Get it straight, I'm the cat, you're the mouse
You keep the cheese, and I'll take the house"
"Meow"
Cat or Mouse
Songwriter’s Story
Set against the working-class world of the 1960s, "Cat or Mouse" begins in a time when a paper paycheck told you nearly everything that mattered on payday. Tucked beside the check was the pay stub, the little financial statement that showed your gross earnings, the taxes withheld, and exactly what was left to take home. Just as important, every worker knew whose signature was on that check, and if the boss happened to be watching, you stayed sharp and gave the job your best.
An unwary fellow meets a smooth-talking girl who is far more interested in his pay stub than in his heart. She presses for marriage only after seeing proof that he has something worth chasing. Before long they are wed, but the honeymoon fades fast as she starts running around town, calling him "Bub" and planting the warning he misses in the chorus: he should have known better the moment she asked to see his last pay stub. In the Chorus she chants “get it straight, I’m the cat, you’re the mouse, you keep the cheese, I’ll take the house!
The song's dark humor deepens when the woman brings her new boyfriend, Steve, into the house and the pair soon turn the husband into an outsider in his own home. Then comes the twist that gives the story its bite: when she demands the house, Bub smirks and hands it over - along with all three mortgages tied to it. In that moment, the game flips, and the listener is left to decide who is really the cat and who is really the mouse. What begins as a comic tale of romance and betrayal ends as a cautionary lesson about greed, pride, and the cost of ignoring obvious warning signs. The final moral lands with a wink but carries real weight: if someone calls you "Bub," asks for your pay stub, and starts moving too fast, you had better protect yourself before love turns into a trap.