| There’s this cat
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| His name is freddie
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| This cat’s a bartender
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| Well known by anyone hip
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| And he can mix the kind of drinks
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| That you won’t forget
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| One sip and you’ll flip
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| And for chasers
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| Freddie’s got some stuff for hip lips
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| Groovy stuff for your cup
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| Let the flow go
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| Get down and drink it up
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| I swear he made it up himself
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| And it’ll hypnotize an elf
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| Them drinks that freddie mix
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| Ain’t no ail that they won’t fix
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| For each emotion
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| Freddie got a potion
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| He’s known to have you toxified
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| Before you know you’re even dry
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| Just mention his name
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| All the cats know freddie
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| He serves one
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| So freddie deserves one
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| Cause tendin' bar the way that freddie does
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| He tends to unnerve one
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| So all day
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| He juices all day, freddie
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| But all that bread
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| Don’t reach the till
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| Though i 'ain't sayin' freddie stealin'
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| If you know him at all
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| Then it’s a cinch that you know he will
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| Ever-ready freddie
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| With a paw so steady
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| I seen him sink one drink
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| Before the next half was ready
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| He’s got a style that’s all i know
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| Freddie’s on time the juice is on tap
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| It’s all his own
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| The one to meet is freddie
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| He’ll make your drink, he’s ready
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| Go see fred, you know where
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| He’s your man, he’ll be there
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| With shooters and bottles
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| He’d love to get you drunk
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| And you all know fred 'cause you need him
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| You sure would love to meet him
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| Straight flyin' he’s steady
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| Freddie’s got your substance
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| Free dues, free booze
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| That’s freddie
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| He isn’t good looking
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| Yet handsome
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| You want some credit?
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| He can spare some
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| 'cause serving drinks is what he does
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| Groovier than most men
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| He’s readyin' them up in case you come in
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| 'cause freddie really loves that thing called be-bop
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| Let the cats drink every drop
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| While he digs on it nonstop
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| Cause cats have no doubt that he’s fine
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| Your throat’s dry
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| Knowing that that’s the place
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| That freddie gets down and gets ya high
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| Without ever worryin' 'bout payment
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| Freddie has a handle on
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| All the things about this place
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| So you never have to even think about it
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| Just have him hold on to some drinks and
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| Your tab’s all paid
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| Let the good times roll
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| And pour me anoher drink as a toast to old freddie
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| The cat that’s hip and where it was
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| And where it’s at
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| He used to be such a solid old fella of the church
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| He used to be so good boy
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| He had his religion
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| But now as the devil’s moved in and had his way
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| You’ll find that he can be tempted
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| With even the tiniest smidgen
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| So drink up all this style
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| Have a breakdown when he’s around
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| And now my cat’s you know that
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| He’ll fix somethin' up for you
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| Soon as he gets back around the bar
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| It’s such a brew
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| You need another one to help you see it through
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| I heard him say that
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| Speakin' of fred he’s got the
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| Ugly kind of face
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| That only a mom could love
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| And i know
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| Freddie don’t play that
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| The one to meet is freddie
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| He’ll make your drink he’s ready
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| Go see fred, you know where
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| He’s my man he’ll be there
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| With shooters, and bottles
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| He’d love to get you drunk
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| And you all know fred 'cause you need him
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| You sure would love to meet him
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| Straight flyin' he’s steady
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| Freddie’s got your substance
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| Free booze, free blues
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| That’s freddie
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| Free booze, free dues
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| That’s freddie
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| Free dues, free blues
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| That’s fred |