Walking the Cat Songtext

von Roger Chapman

The guy picking guitar, Dandy's the name
Some call him Jim, some call him James
But whatever it is, he got the fire in his hands -
There sit the fat-man huggin' the keys,
Laughin' and rocking then he's down on his knees
He was hot on the charts somewhere back in his teens
When he was Walking the Cat- Walking the Cat
Git Along little Doggie

Now hard hearted Anna climbs on the stand
Leans on the piano with a torch in her hand
Then she'll squeeze out the news how she never could
Handle her man,
(Then she'd wink at the band)-
Then the kid blowin' horn in the blue dungarees
Looks outta place with his hair painted green
But he'll find you a Bb he knock the caps off your teeth
When he's Walking the Cat- Walking the Cat
Git Along little Doggie

Ah they don't try to beat out the latest thing
They just pick out a groove and they let it swing
They don't care where they're going,
They already know just where they been
Walking the Cat- Waiking the Cat
Git Along littie Doggie

Well down, down, down, down
Down in the basement holding the flood
Walkin' the boogie he's a powerful blood
Well he knows all the gals they call him "the Pillar of love"
Now "Fifi le Fevre" and "Wrap Around Flo",
Shimmy and shakin' wearing nothing but "day glo"
And they scream & they holler, pick up a dollar a go-go-go
"Go girls go now" -
Now "Bang Bang the Drummer", a singular son,
He be long in the tooth but as smooth as they come
Now whatever he does, Lord, he does with his hat on
Walking the Cat - even Walking the Cat
Git Along little Doggie
They got - big cats, small cats, medium cats,
Ginger cats, white cats, black cats and good old spotty cats Walking the Cat
I'll tell you a little story now -
Gig it was loaded up to the gills
So was old Anna singing, "On Blueberry Hill"
And this land it was her land, Lord
And so were those tills,
From Walking the Cat