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Everybody wants to be a cat |
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Because the cat's the only cat |
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Who knows where it's at |
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Everybody's picking 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'Cause everything else is obsolete |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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Makes you wish you weren't born |
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Every 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 who knows how to swing |
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Who wants to dig a long-haired gig or stuff like that? |
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When everybody wants to be a cat |
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A square with a horn |
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Makes you wish you weren't born |
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Every time he plays |
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But with a square in the act |
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You can set 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 the cat's the only cat |
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Who knows where it's at |
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While playing jazz, you always have a welcome mat |
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'Cause everybody digs a swinging cat |
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Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat |
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Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat |
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Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat |
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Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat |
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Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat |
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Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat |
