I’ve got a big old family clunker,
A wife, three kids, and a cat.
I guess you’d call me normal,
Too normal to be a Democrat.
The girls like frilly dresses;
The boy, like me’s, a gym rat.
Looks like he’s turning out normal.
Too normal to be a Democrat.
They think I’m head of the household.
My wife’s just fine with that.
She thinks she’s perfectly normal,
Too normal to be a Democrat.
But my old cat’s not buying in.
With him, it seems, I never win.
When I want him out, he wants in.
When he should be in at night, he’s out.
Tomcatting is all that he’s about.
He just takes the food that I hand out.
Don’t know what you think of that.
Do you think he sounds like a Democrat?
No, he’s too normal, just normal for a cat.
He’s too normal to be a Democrat;
Too normal to be a Democrat.