| They took my blue suede shoes, down to ol' Mobile
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| Got to rockin' with the rhythm, run 'em over at the hill
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| Put you catclothes on
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| 'Cause tonight we’re gonna really rock it right
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| Yeah Kitty, put your catclothes on
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| 'Cause tonight we’re gonna really bop it right
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| Well I slicked up myself till I-I looked like a dilly
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| I run down town to get my female Billy
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| Put you cat clothes on
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| 'Cause tonight we’re gonna really rock it right
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| Yeah Kitty, put your catclothes on
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| 'Cause tonight we’re gonna really rock it right
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| Rock it!
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| Well my ol' gal’s slow and easy, but all the hepcats know
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| When she gets that bopin' beat
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| She knocks the polish off her toes
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| Put you catclothes on
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| 'Cause tonight we’re gonna really rock it right
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| Yeah Kitty, put your catclothes on
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| 'Cause tonight we’re gonna really bop it right
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| Slap cat!
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| Well now come on cat get with it
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| Keep your hands off that fruitjar
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| Do some be-boppin' rhythm, pick your toenails up tomorrow
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| Put you catclothes on
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| 'Cause tonight we’re gonna really rock it right
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| Well put you catclothes on
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| 'Cause tonight we’re gonna really rock it right
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| Well cat cat catclothes
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| Cat cat catclothes
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| Cat cat catclothes
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| Cat cat catclothes
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| Put you catclothes on
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| 'Cause tonight we’re gonna really rock it right |