Frasier (The Sensuous Lion)

Now Frasier was an agin' lion
Livin' in a cage of iron
In a circus out of Tijuana
Frasier was their big attraction
And he gave them satisfaction
Doing it with talent and with honor
Yes, he was

Growlin' for his daily dinner
Frasier kept on getting thinner
With each measly can of spam or tuna
Times were lean, but he was leaner
So one night in Pasadena
Through the bars, he split for South Laguna

"Oh, cruel is fate, but it's never too late," said Frasier
"I'm 91, and I haven't a son, hmm" thought Frasier
The blue-eyed truth is I'm ready for euthanasia
Ol' Madam Mitaria, a local safari, rescued poor old Frasier
Oh, oh

First, they combed his tangled tresses
Housed him with the lionesses, ha
Thinking him a harmless old grand papa
Fed him niacin and fluoride-D, one, two, six, 12 and chloride
Clams, cod liver oil, cobalt and copper, woo-hoo

Younger studs brought in for breeding
Wound up beaten, bruised and bleeding
Every dawn the same thing kept occurrin'
Stretched out on an old sarape
There lie Frasier, tired but happy
All his ladies on the nest and purrin'

"Oh, cruel is fate, but it's never too late" said Frasier
"Announce the feast! I am the king of the beasts" yawned Frasier
"But king or not, I am certainly hot," grinned Frasier
And when you're hot, boys, and hittin' the spot
The action will amaze ya
True, true, true

Children by his wives, 11, added up to 57, mm
Such nocturnal bliss he must have tasted
For no matter what the nighttime
Anytime, daytime, midday, didn't make no difference
Just found him fast asleep, just wastin'

When the circus owner found him
Brought a lawsuit to impound him
Claiming, "You cats have to go where we go!"
Frasier roared, "Hasta la vista!
You think all these girls my sister?
I'm in business for myself, amigo!"

"Oh, cruel is fate, but it's never too late," groaned Frasier
"I thank my stars I'm not behind bars," thought Frasier
They pay to see what comes naturally in Asia
No African cat ever had it like that and kept it up like Frasier

11 widows, oof, ol' Frasier
He's up above, dear Frasier
Raising cubs, ol' Frasier
Yeah, Frasier
Happy, happy, happy, happy Frasier
I'ma tell you something about Frasier
That Frasier was a bad, bad father
Oh yes, he was
Oh, that Frasier was a -