everybody wants to be a cat

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’cause everything else is obsolete.
now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren’t born,
ever’time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he 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.
who wants to dig
a long-haired gig
or stuff like that?
when everybody wants to be a cat.
a square with that horn,
makes you wish you weren’t born,
ever’time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he’s gonna set this music back
to the stone age days.
everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat’s the only cat
who knows where it’s at;
while playin’ jazz you always has a welcome mat,
’cause everybody digs a swingin’ cat.
everybody digs a swingin’ cat.