Tom Cattin' Time Songtext

von Bob Gibson

Here am I and it's late. I'm alone.
Here I lie wide awake. No one's home.
In the alley, a tom cat is howlin' his rounds
For some pretty kitty to come out and paint the town.
So it's late, I'm awake and I find
I've got tom cattin' time on my mind.
Meow, meow, meow.

Do you think, if I sat on a fence
And meowed like a cat real intense,
That some lady might wake and sit up in her bed
And hearin' my howl, might it enter her head?
Do you think she might answer in kind?
She's got tom cattin' time on her mind.

And if I should meow up at you,
Would you throw me a rose or a shoe?
Could you understand what I'm tryin' to say,
Or would you telephone to the ASPCA?
So I wait by your gate for some sign
That you've got tom cattin' time on your mind.

All the cats in my band are the best.
They could play night and day without rest.
They're John, Stuart and Howard, you know,
But they're all Tom at heart and they're ready to go!
So if you find that you're musically inclined,
They get tom cattin' time on their minds.
Yes, at night when the stars start to shine,
We get tom cattin' time on our minds.
Meow, meow, meow.