| I am a little, tiny, bird. |
| My name is Tweety Pie
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| I live inside my bird cage, a-hanging way up high
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| I like to swing upon my perch and sing my little song
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| But there’s a tat that’s after me and won’t let me alone
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| I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
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| I did! |
| I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
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| I am that great big bad old cat, Sylvester is my name
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| I only have one aim in life and that is very plain
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| I want to catch that little bird and eat him right away
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| But just as I get close to him, this is what he’ll say
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| I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
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| You bet he taw a puddy tat, that puddy tat is me!
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| That puddy tat is very bad, he sneaks up from behind
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| I don’t think I would like it if I knew what’s on his mind
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| I have a strong suspicion that his plans for me aren’t good
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| I am inclined to think that he would eat me if he could
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| I’d like to eat that sweetie pie when he leaves his cage
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| But I can never catch him, It throws me in a rage
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| You bet I’d eat that little bird if I could just get near
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| But every time that I approach, this is all I hear
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| I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
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| I did! |
| I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
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| And when I sing that little song, my mistress knows he’s back
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| She grabs her broom and brings it down upon Sylvester’s back
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| So listen you bad puddy tat, let’s both be friends and see
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| My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song with me
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| Come on now, like a good cat
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| Oh, all right. |
| Sufferin' Succotash!
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| I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
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| I did! |
| I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be! |