Year of the Cat
There’s a song you might know -
It’s called “Year of the Cat.”
It’s an oldie, but really quite good.
It was co-written by
A once-neighbor of mine,
A cool Englishman named Peter Wood.
With his wife and dog Bill
He lived on the 9th floor,
Blasting music well into the night,
But he sound-proofed his walls
And helped tune our guitar
So we got along really all right.
I’m not sure if we knew
At the time that he had
Earned some musical praise and acclaim,
But the time Cyndi Lauper
Appeared on our floor,
Then we knew he had some kind of fame.
Sadly, Peter is gone,
Dying by his own hand,
But I hear his big hit now and then
And I’m proud I can say,
Thinking back to that time,
That I really did know Peter when…
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