Song | Cool For Cats |
Artist | Squeeze |
Album | Spot The Difference |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chris Difford/Glenn Tilbrook | |
(difford/tilbrook) | |
The indians send signals | |
From the rocks above the pass | |
The cowboys take positions | |
In the bushes and the grass | |
The squaw is with the corporal | |
She is tied against the tree | |
She doesn't mind the language | |
It's the beating she don't need | |
She lets loose all the horses | |
When the corporal is asleep | |
And he wakes to find the fire's dead | |
And arrows in his hats | |
And davy crockett rides around | |
And says it's cool for cats | |
The sweeney's doing ninety | |
'cos they've got the word to go | |
They get a gang of villains | |
In a shed up at heathrow | |
They're counting out the fivers | |
When the handcuffs lock again | |
In and out of wandsworth | |
With the numbers on their names | |
It's funny how their missus' | |
Always look the bleeding same | |
And meanwhile at the station | |
There's a couple of likely lads | |
Who swear like how's your father | |
And they're very cool for cats | |
They're cool for cats | |
To change the mood a little | |
I've been posing down the pub | |
On seeing my reflection | |
I'm looking slightly rough | |
I fancy this, i fancy that | |
I wanna be so flash | |
I give a little muscle | |
And i spend a little cash | |
But all i get is bitter and a nasty little rash | |
And by the time i'm sober | |
I've forgotten what i've had | |
And ev'rybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat | |
Cool for cats | |
Shake up at the disco | |
And i think i've got a pull | |
I ask her lots of questions | |
And she hangs on to the wall | |
I kiss her for the first time | |
And then i take her home | |
I'm invited in for coffee | |
And i give the dog a bone | |
She likes to go to discos | |
But she's never on her own | |
I said i'll see you later | |
And i give her some old chat | |
But it's not like that on the tv | |
When it's cool for cats | |
It's cool for cats |
zuo qu : Chris Difford Glenn Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
The indians send signals | |
From the rocks above the pass | |
The cowboys take positions | |
In the bushes and the grass | |
The squaw is with the corporal | |
She is tied against the tree | |
She doesn' t mind the language | |
It' s the beating she don' t need | |
She lets loose all the horses | |
When the corporal is asleep | |
And he wakes to find the fire' s dead | |
And arrows in his hats | |
And davy crockett rides around | |
And says it' s cool for cats | |
The sweeney' s doing ninety | |
' cos they' ve got the word to go | |
They get a gang of villains | |
In a shed up at heathrow | |
They' re counting out the fivers | |
When the handcuffs lock again | |
In and out of wandsworth | |
With the numbers on their names | |
It' s funny how their missus' | |
Always look the bleeding same | |
And meanwhile at the station | |
There' s a couple of likely lads | |
Who swear like how' s your father | |
And they' re very cool for cats | |
They' re cool for cats | |
To change the mood a little | |
I' ve been posing down the pub | |
On seeing my reflection | |
I' m looking slightly rough | |
I fancy this, i fancy that | |
I wanna be so flash | |
I give a little muscle | |
And i spend a little cash | |
But all i get is bitter and a nasty little rash | |
And by the time i' m sober | |
I' ve forgotten what i' ve had | |
And ev' rybody tells me that it' s cool to be a cat | |
Cool for cats | |
Shake up at the disco | |
And i think i' ve got a pull | |
I ask her lots of questions | |
And she hangs on to the wall | |
I kiss her for the first time | |
And then i take her home | |
I' m invited in for coffee | |
And i give the dog a bone | |
She likes to go to discos | |
But she' s never on her own | |
I said i' ll see you later | |
And i give her some old chat | |
But it' s not like that on the tv | |
When it' s cool for cats | |
It' s cool for cats |
zuò qǔ : Chris Difford Glenn Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
The indians send signals | |
From the rocks above the pass | |
The cowboys take positions | |
In the bushes and the grass | |
The squaw is with the corporal | |
She is tied against the tree | |
She doesn' t mind the language | |
It' s the beating she don' t need | |
She lets loose all the horses | |
When the corporal is asleep | |
And he wakes to find the fire' s dead | |
And arrows in his hats | |
And davy crockett rides around | |
And says it' s cool for cats | |
The sweeney' s doing ninety | |
' cos they' ve got the word to go | |
They get a gang of villains | |
In a shed up at heathrow | |
They' re counting out the fivers | |
When the handcuffs lock again | |
In and out of wandsworth | |
With the numbers on their names | |
It' s funny how their missus' | |
Always look the bleeding same | |
And meanwhile at the station | |
There' s a couple of likely lads | |
Who swear like how' s your father | |
And they' re very cool for cats | |
They' re cool for cats | |
To change the mood a little | |
I' ve been posing down the pub | |
On seeing my reflection | |
I' m looking slightly rough | |
I fancy this, i fancy that | |
I wanna be so flash | |
I give a little muscle | |
And i spend a little cash | |
But all i get is bitter and a nasty little rash | |
And by the time i' m sober | |
I' ve forgotten what i' ve had | |
And ev' rybody tells me that it' s cool to be a cat | |
Cool for cats | |
Shake up at the disco | |
And i think i' ve got a pull | |
I ask her lots of questions | |
And she hangs on to the wall | |
I kiss her for the first time | |
And then i take her home | |
I' m invited in for coffee | |
And i give the dog a bone | |
She likes to go to discos | |
But she' s never on her own | |
I said i' ll see you later | |
And i give her some old chat | |
But it' s not like that on the tv | |
When it' s cool for cats | |
It' s cool for cats |