| Everybody wants to be a cat,
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| Because a cat’s the only cat
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| Who knows where it’s at.
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| Everybody’s pickin' up on that feline beat,
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| 'cause everything else is obsolete.
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| Now a square with a horn,
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| Can make you wish you weren’t born,
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| Ever’time he plays;
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| And with a square in the act,
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| He can set music back
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| To the caveman days.
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| I’ve heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
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| But a cat’s the only cat
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| Who knows how to swing.
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| Who wants to dig
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| A long-haired gig
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| Or stuff like that?
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| When everybody wants to be a cat.
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| A square with that horn,
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| Makes you wish you weren’t born,
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| Ever’time he plays;
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| And with a square in the act,
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| He’s gonna set this music back
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| To the Stone Age days.
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| Everybody wants to be a cat,
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| Because a cat’s the only cat
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| Who knows where it’s at;
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| While playin' jazz you always has a Welcome mat,
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| 'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
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| Everybody digs a swingin' cat. |