Whiskers

Whiskers, whiskers, whiskers, whiskers
I see whiskers on your face 
The way you look is a disgrace 
I guess nothing could take the place of your whiskers, your whiskers 
Ha ha, have to laugh you see 
'Cause this is where I'd like to be 
This and that would seem quite strange 
And you couldn't even want to die 
If the problem was like that 
You can say that to the cutter 
Oh no no I think you better 
You see we were thinking of leaving too