| Now I remember there used to be this cat
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| That walked my street every day
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| He wouldn’t let a damn thing get in his way
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| He’d kinda be slidin' underneath that traffic
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| A-jumpin' up over the wall
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| There was nothin' to it
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| The cat’d just do it
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| Now I’d be sittin' there
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| Watchin' the whole thing happen
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| With the stoplights flashin'
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| And the drivers slappin' the wheel
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| The cat was the real deal
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| Now one day as I was sittin' there waitin' for the show to begin
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| Man, I heard those sirens wavin' and I just knew it was him
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| He done bust into a jewelry store
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| The cat had done it a dozen times before
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| 'Cause he was in and out real quick
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| The cat was so slick
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| He ran straight by me and gave me a smile
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| A-tossed me a rock, I know that cat got style
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| Ain’t no doubt
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| The cat was
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| Now I sat and waited every day for maybe two months or more
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| Before I saw that cat again
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| This time he came over to me
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| And, uh, thanked me for not turnin' his ass in
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| I said, «Hey man, that’s so cool
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| I just sit here every day on this old stool
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| And watch the world just go by
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| And watch you do it so fly»
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| He asked me what did I do
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| With the rock he threw
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| I said I’m keepin' that safe for a rainy day
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| He just laughed
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| I said, «Hey man, ain’t life a gas» |