The sun reigns, and the cat with the fiddle yawns. And then he sings:
So we ripped apart vudu.
Swatting a swat cat,
Seemed like a good thing to do.
Then after that
We were feelin' kinda cuckoo,
So we thought we'd nap.
When we woke up we saw khush,
The poor guy was dead.
Muffins was stabbed in the tush,
And also the head.
You discover vudu was a townie; crimm was a Louie Loyalist.