| I got a hep cat baby from a sweetie pie
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| A hep cat mama and that’s no lie
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| When we go dancing on a Saturday night
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| She says «real gone» and she holds me tight
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| She’s always happy when she’s near the band
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| She says «dig this» and then she holds my hand
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| I don’t know what she’s saying to me half the time
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| But I love that hep cat baby of mine
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| Now every time we cuddle she says «solid jack»
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| Don’t know what’s making her talk like that
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| And when I give her kisses oh I feel like a fool
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| Because she’s telling me that they’re «real cool»
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| I bought a ring and put it on her hand
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| I said «do you like it,» she said «crazy man»
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| Does she like it, does she hate it, oh, I’m still in doubt
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| 'Cause I still don’t know what my hep cat baby is talking about
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| Now when she hears those records on the radio
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| She starts into hollerin' «go, go, go»
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| She says she does it just to get in the groove
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| The neighbors are asking her folks to move
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| She maybe be kinda crazy but I don’t care
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| I don’t even mind her saying «I'm a square»
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| As long as I can be around her all the time
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| 'Cause I love that hep cat baby of mine |