| Song | Black Cat |
| Artist | Gentle Giant |
| Album | Acquiring The Taste |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There's a cat prowling through the streets at night | |
| And she's black and her eyes are burning yellow | |
| Fierce and bright | |
| The lights are darkened; | |
| Senses sharpened; | |
| Wide awake | |
| As she acts out her past of Jungle days | |
| When the night was her friend in many other | |
| Different ways | |
| It gave protection | |
| Of detection | |
| By her prey | |
| With a sway and swing she walks away | |
| And the look in her eye it never ever seems | |
| To say | |
| The way she's feeling | |
| No revealing, | |
| Black Cat Ways |