Everybody wants to be a cat,
Because a cat's the only cat
Who knows where it's at.
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat,
'cause everything else is obsolete.
Well, a square with a horn,
Makes you wish you weren't born,
Everytime he plays;
But a square in the act,
You can set music back
To the caveman days.
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
But a cat's the only cat
Who knows how to swing.
When playin' jazz you always has a welcome mat,
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Well, a square with a horn,
Makes you wish you weren't born,
Everytime he plays;
But a square in the act,
You can set music back
To the caveman days.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
Because a cat's the only cat
Who knows where it's at.
When playin' jazz you always has a welcome mat,
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Everybody, Everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat.
Everybody, Everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat.
Everybody, Everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat.
Everybody, Everybody,
Everybody wants to be a cat.
(Repeat)
Writer(s): Floyd Huddleston, Al Rinker
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