Why everyone should vote for my animal
Her name is Boba
She’s got the fluff, don’t doubt her
She rings your bell
Then walks away like you don’t matter
Oh, how she rules
In bed and fur socks, so cool
But she doesn’t know who you are
And she doesn’t give a damn—unless there’s food

Cause you haven’t voted for her photo (Boba!)
Go vote for her photo (Boba!)
Listen to Boba run—(she won’t)

And she’s once again sick
She ate too much, too quickly
And she’d simply lick her
face
if she could

She rules Herald Block
Grey and round as a rock
But she doesn’t know who you are
And she doesn’t give a damn about you

Cause you haven’t voted for her photo (Boba!)
Go vote for her photo (Boba!)

Vote for the well-loved meowdain
Do it by Friday—don’t be lazy
Because she’s just better than you, baby