Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at
Tell me, everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat
'Cause everything else is obsolete
Strictly high-button shoes!
A square with a horn
Makes you wish you weren't born
Every time he plays
But with a square in the act
You can set music back
To the caveman days
Cha-cha-ba-dum-bo-day
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing
Still a cat's the only cat
Who knows how to swing
Who wants to dig a long-haired gig stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat
A square with a horn
Makes you wish you weren't born,
Every time he plays
Oh, a-rinky-tinky-tinky
With a square in the act
You can set music back to the Caveman days
Oh, a-rinky-tinky-tinky
Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at
When playin' jazz he always has a welcome mat
'Cause everybody digs a swingin' cat
Oh boy fellas, lets rock this joint!
Ha ha groovy cats!
Shanghai, Honk Kong, Egg Foo Yong
Fortune cookie always wrong
That's a hot one!
If you want to turn me on,
Play your horn don't spare the tone,
And blow a little soul into the tune
Let's take it to another key
Modulate, and wait for me
I'll take a few ad-libs and pretty soon...
The other cats will all commence
Congregatin' on the fence
Underneath the alley's only light
Where every note is out of sight
Everybody, everybody
Everybody wants to be a cat
Hallelujah
Everybody, everybody
Everybody wants to be a cat
Everybody, everybody
Everybody wants to be a cat
Everybody, everybody
Everybody wants to be a cat
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