Its September again 6 years on the trot Another hopeless mission to reclaim the top spot The drive for five is gone we’re on the run for one the cats out the bag cat got yer tongue We took a catnap got caught in a cat trap Now the cats got to fight back watch the cat scratch Imitation a form of flattery copy that But remember Curiosity killed the copycat As the cat calls scream from the stands up high The cats paw scrawls unseen yet the cats eye Observed it played with its prey then devoured Look at what the cat dragged in now that’s cat power A catastrophy it would have to be a disaster You cant spell slaughter without laughter You can tipp the hat wait for the dead cat bounce if you slip brace yerself for the cat pounce Its the cats pyjamas take a cat nap dream cat burglar stole through the cat flap, cat got the cream put the cat amongst the pigeons the opposition smitten when the cats finished the competition will be having kittens chorus This song was written for the black and amber fans Everybody sing along sure we haven’t a chance This is for the blue n gold shirts in advance Congrats to you we know we haven’t a chance This is for the Kilkenny cats in a trance We’re livin in a dream sure we havent a chance Everybody get up and get down come on dance Celebrate another final where we haven’t a chance already on about 5 in a row now thats hubris the sort of winning talk ultimately borne by losers 32 titles to 26 the score Be a longer way to tipp if you need 7 more See I’m not bitter at all its you whose still giving out it wasnt a penalty well boo hoo excuses are made christ sake now yer fishin lookin for yer first back to back since hells kitchen i never heard such misplaced pride Forget lar? You’ve got some horseshit outside cause even if you win you'll still be a dreamer driving home in yer skoda beeming but its no beemer See The flashes from the crowd when the premier shine Are those cameras no tin foil, its ham sandwich time take to the pitch all self certain there’s only one cure When you exit Just like carrick you’ll be left unsure Talkin about your ground hurlin yeah right If what you mean by hurl is scythe, and by ground you mean head height Shout The famine is over but this famine relief ends with you as the main course at a black and amber feast chorus This song was written for the black and amber fans Everybody sing along sure we haven’t a chance This is for the blue n gold shirts in advance Congrats to you we know we haven’t a chance This is for the Kilkenny cats in a trance We’re livin in a dream sure we havent a chance Everybody get up and get down come on dance Celebrate another final where we haven’t a chance From the ballads of tullaroan the doyles of mooncoin September the 3rd thunder and lightening in 39 The stripy men whoever bettered was never refined you'll never get a style as fluid as chunky o brien Their was a ray of light before st brendans rank but theirs only one true cummins lets be frank While the art of Nickys English managed to guide the pride 02 Dj turned the tables all in his stride Yeah you got the Mullinahone man what a vision Yet another September disappeared yeah he’s some magician Tommy walsh the sorceror jj the deposition Henry the puppet master powers the demolition The great art the definition sparks yer givin lip Keep pussy footin around you’ll get pussy whipped Turn a critical eye The cats do it on the sly turn yer back on us kiss liam mccarthy bye bye chorus This song was written for the black and amber fans Everybody sing along sure we haven’t a chance This is for the blue n gold shirts in advance Congrats to you we know we haven’t a chance This is for the Kilkenny cats in a trance We’re livin in a dream sure we havent a chance Everybody get up and get down come on dance Celebrate another final where we haven’t a chance