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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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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'cause everything else is obsolete.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. |