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'cause everything else is obsolete
A square with a horn
Makes you wish you weren't born
Every time he plays
But with a square in the act
You can set music back
To the caveman days
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing
Still a cat's the only cat
Who knows how to swing
Who wants to dig a long-haired gig stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat
A square with a horn
Makes you wish you weren't born
Every time he plays
With a square in the act
You can set music back to the caveman days
(oh rinky tinky tinky)
Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at
When playin' jazz he always has a welcome mat
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat
Everybody, everybody
Everybody wants to be a cat
Ah halelujah
Everybody, everybody
Everybody wants to be a cat
Everybody, everybody
Everybody wants to be a cat
Writer(s): Floyd Huddleston, Al Rinker
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