The Owl and the Pussycat [updated]

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.
They took some hash and plenty of cash,
Then the Owl slit the Pussycat’s throat.
The Owl pushed the body over the side,
And sang to a small guitar,
“Oh, former Pussy, oh Pussy’s that’s dead,
What a lifeless ex-Pussy you are,
you are,
you are,
What a lifeless ex-Pussy you are.

He used his syringe when he felt a twinge,
And he had an amazing dream,
Where marzipan flies had saucer-shaped eyes,
And supported a football team.
He sailed away for a year and a day
To the land where the ganja grows,
And there, in a wood, a Piggy-wig stood
With some coke on the end of his nose,
his nose,
his nose,
With some coke on the end of his nose.

“Hey, man, how’s tricks? Will you get me a fix?”
Said the laid-back Piggy, I will.
As he rolled a fat joint, he did lazily point
To the Turkey who lived on the hill.
They tried some smack and Colombian crack,
Which they sniffed off a runcible spoon,
And, hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They tripped by the light of the moon,
the moon,
the moon,
They tripped by the light of the moon.