| Song | Nine Cats |
| Artist | Porcupine Tree |
| Album | On the Sunday of Life |
| 作曲 : Duffy, Wilson | |
| butterfly sailed on the breeze | |
| Past a field of barbed wire trees | |
| Where golden dragons chased around | |
| Pampered poppies on the ground | |
| Two silver trout sat way on high | |
| And watched a royal samurai | |
| Plant two black orchids in a box | |
| And strap it to a laughing fox | |
| A minstrel bought a crooked spoon | |
| He gave it to a blue baboon | |
| Who filled it full of virgin snow | |
| And watched it in the afterglow | |
| Fat toad stood in his ballet shoes | |
| Teaching sixteen kangaroos | |
| How to skip across a lake | |
| They found it hard to stay awake | |
| A pharaoh played a merry tune | |
| And watched nine cats dance on the moon | |
| I didn't know what all this meant | |
| I didn't know why I'd been sent. | |
| The Insignificance version of Nine Cats has the | |
| Following additional verse at the end: | |
| I threw 5 clocks down on my bed | |
| The chimes danced out on golden threads | |
| And turned to footprints on my wall | |
| Sequined tears began to fall |
| zuò qǔ : Duffy, Wilson | |
| butterfly sailed on the breeze | |
| Past a field of barbed wire trees | |
| Where golden dragons chased around | |
| Pampered poppies on the ground | |
| Two silver trout sat way on high | |
| And watched a royal samurai | |
| Plant two black orchids in a box | |
| And strap it to a laughing fox | |
| A minstrel bought a crooked spoon | |
| He gave it to a blue baboon | |
| Who filled it full of virgin snow | |
| And watched it in the afterglow | |
| Fat toad stood in his ballet shoes | |
| Teaching sixteen kangaroos | |
| How to skip across a lake | |
| They found it hard to stay awake | |
| A pharaoh played a merry tune | |
| And watched nine cats dance on the moon | |
| I didn' t know what all this meant | |
| I didn' t know why I' d been sent. | |
| The Insignificance version of Nine Cats has the | |
| Following additional verse at the end: | |
| I threw 5 clocks down on my bed | |
| The chimes danced out on golden threads | |
| And turned to footprints on my wall | |
| Sequined tears began to fall |