Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Howard Coward
Howard Coward
Vocals
Henry Coward
Henry Coward
6-String Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Howard Coward
Howard Coward
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Howard Coward
Howard Coward
Producer
Austin Brown
Austin Brown
Assistant Engineer
Billy Theriot
Billy Theriot
Additional Engineer
Colin Bryson
Colin Bryson
Assistant Engineer
Eddie Roberts
Eddie Roberts
Assistant Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Henry Coward
Henry Coward
Producer
Karl Wingate
Karl Wingate
Assistant Engineer
Mike Piersante
Mike Piersante
Mixing Engineer
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Additional Engineer
Rachael Moore
Rachael Moore
Recording Engineer
Reuben Cohen
Reuben Cohen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She said, “Don’t whimper and fret, I might not make you my pet
I’d give you a name but you’re not quite tame”
There was a mad dog loose so she called the police
They sent out a catcher with a rope and a leash
 
What’s the matter with these people today?
They’re gonna take a little monkey and blast him to Mars
I’m not the kind of animal you put behind bars
I walk around upright
I’m not crawling on all fours
My baby just purrs, “You’re mine, you’re mine, not hers”
 
When we go out walking at night, she says, “Come here baby you know I don’t bite”
I don’t want a mate, I don’t want a rival
It’s a matter of survival
I begin to growl, you slip out on the prowl
The moon comes up and I begin to howl
 
What’s the matter with these people today?
They’re gonna take a little monkey and blast him to Mars
I’m not the kind of animal you put behind bars
I walk around upright
I’m not crawling on all fours
My baby just purrs, “You’re mine, you’re mine, not hers”
 
Sometimes she’s human kind with all her gifts and spoils
She likes to tease the boys, she might even kiss the girls
 
What’s the matter with these people today?
They’re gonna take a little monkey and blast him to Mars
I’m not the some kind of animal you put behind bars
I walk around upright
I’m not crawling on all fours
My baby just purrs, “You’re mine, you’re mine, not hers”
My baby just purrs, “You’re mine, you’re mine, not hers”
My baby just purrs, “You’re mine, you’re mine, not hers”
Written by: Howard Coward
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