Everybody wants to be a cat, because the cat's the only cat who knows where it's at. Everybody's picking up on the feline beat, cause everything else is obsolete. A swear with a horn makes you wish you weren't born every time he plays. But with a swear and the act, you can set music back to the caveman days. I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing, but still a cat's the only cat who knows how to swing. Who wants to dig a long hair gig and stuff like that, when everybody wants to be a cat. A swear with a horn makes you wish you weren't born every time he plays. But with a swear and the act, you can set music back to the caveman days. Everybody wants to be a cat, because the cat's the only cat who knows where it's at. When playing jazz, he's always welcome back, cause everybody digs a swinging cat. I want you to know, I want you to know. Beware of the square, when he offers to share his milk to sip. If he hasn't been tried, I suggest you provide your own catnip. Everybody wants to be a cat, who knows where it's at. Be like me, cause everybody wants to be a cat, be a cat, be a cat. Listen up, I need all you V-Lines to meet me at the front of the stage. Welcome to the Slick Cat Cafe, baby! Thank you!