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(Papa Mousekewitz) |
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Won't it be nice when we get to America? |
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In America there are no cats! |
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But back home in mother Russia... |
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Aaah... |
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Our family was travelling through the snow to Minsk |
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Suddenly Papa saw those huge paw prints |
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When I heard him screaming I fainted dead away |
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And I woke up an orphan |
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Oy vay. But... but? |
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(Chorus) |
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But there are no cats in America |
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And the streets are paved with cheese |
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Oh there are no cats in America |
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So set your mind at ease |
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(Italian Mouse) |
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You think a-things were a-bad in a-Russia |
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You should a-see things in a-my country! |
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Times were hard in Sicily we had a-no provolone |
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The Don he was a tabby with a taste for my brother Tony |
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When Mama went to plead a-for him the Don said he would see her |
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We found her rosary on the ground |
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Poor mama mia. But... |
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(Chorus) |
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But there are no cats in America |
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And the streets are paved with cheese |
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Oh there are no cats in America |
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So set your mind at ease |
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(Irish Mouse) |
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Sure, that's sad, but sadder still... |
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When I was but a lad I lost my true love fair |
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A calico, he caught us by surprise |
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In a flash of teeth and fur her tail was all he left of her |
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'Neath a heather is where Tura Lura lies. But... |
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(Chorus) |
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But there are no cats in America (there are no cats in America) |
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And the streets are paved with cheese |
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Oh there are no cats in America (there are no cats in America) |
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There are no cats in America (there are no cats in America) |
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That's why we sail these seas! |
