Pistachio is a cat
Which we call Turkey
She licks her fur
And sleeps on the television
Sometimes she vomits
On the carpet of the living room
And there are all kinds of little motons
They look like “Smarties” that are not good
When we are alone
At home
We les Mangeons
Pistache...the cat of the revolution
Let her sleep
It's too crazy to write a tune
Pistachio
It's you who inspire me