My father's in the house and I'm left here out back
He wants me to do yardwork
But my cat's in the sack
He tells me to follow him, he thinks that I've been bad
I think this house is way off base
But my cat's in the bag
I fear the mower, reap the harvest
climb the tower and look the farthest away from here
There's got to be away
From here,
there's got to be a way from that
But my cat's in the back