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Everybody wants to be a cat, |
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because a cat's the only cat |
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who knows where it's at. |
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Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat, |
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'cause everything else is obsolete. |
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Well, a square with a horn, |
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makes you wish you weren't born, |
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everytime he plays; |
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but a square in the act, |
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you can set music back |
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to the caveman days. |
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I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing, |
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but a cat's the only cat |
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who knows how to swing. |
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When playin' jazz you always has a welcome mat, |
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'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat. |
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Well, a square with a horn, |
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makes you wish you weren't born, |
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everytime he plays; |
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but a square in the act, |
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you can set music back |
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to the caveman days. |
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Everybody wants to be a cat, |
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because a cat's the only cat |
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who knows where it's at. |
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When playin' jazz you always has a welcome mat, |
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'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat. |
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Everybody, Everybody, |
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Everybody wants to be a cat. |
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Everybody, Everybody, |
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Everybody wants to be a cat. |
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Everybody, Everybody, |
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Everybody wants to be a cat. |
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Everybody, Everybody, |
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Everybody wants to be a cat. |
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(Repeat) |
