Itchy-Scratchy, Itchy-Itchy-Scratchy
Itchy-Scratchy, Itchy-Itchy-Scratchy

From the day you were born in the alley
To the day you were hit by a car
There's cream to drink and mice to eat
And great big balls of yarn
It's the circle
The circle of KNIFE!

I don't know why I trust him
I guess some cats just never learn

I feel so good when I have crushed him
Or left him mangled, maimed and burned

I suppose it's symbiotic
And perhaps a bit erotic

'Cause pain is my narcotic

And that's why we're always

Fighting

And biting

And dynamite igniting!

It's the circle
The circle of knife!
It's the circle
The circle of knife!