This morning, while driving to school in the rain, enjoying a hit of classic Clash, Max’s Ernie-esque giggle rose above the music as he chimed in with
……Rock the CAT’S BALLS….Rock the Cat’s balls!
When I pointed out the correct lyrics, and pleaded with him not to sing about feline testes in school, he began to wail…..
Sharif don’t like it…..Rock the cat’s paw! Rock the cat’s paw.
I warned his teacher that he was full of it this morning.