That White Cat

I see him through my window
The white neighbourhood cat marking my house
It's supposed to be my house
But I guess, according to cats, now it's his house
Mama told me: Things will leave you
They get broken, they get lost
The only thing you can trust
Is what you lived through

Mama, how 'bout when I die?
What do you hold onto? Hey

Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya

Gotta go to work
To pay for that cat's house
For the red-corseted wasp
Who lives in the roof
For the family of possums
For the bugs who drink my blood
And the birds who eat those bugs
So that white cat can kill the birds
What do you hold onto? Hey

Ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya, ya
Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya, ya, ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya, ya