Watch the scum, watch the cat, watch everybody, don't trust nobody, don't trust nobody.
Stop every living cat, look right from where you're at.
Listen a lot, it's got to be said, every slick-heeled cat has got to be read.
If you walk down the street with your chick on your arm, the cat's in the block, charming along.
Ain't silent, it's mean to show along.
Boy, that's the stuff you've got to watch, you've got to watch it, you've got to watch it.
If you're standing above with your chick for a nip,
and a guy with a nip,

and your car says, let's take a trip.
And before he gets too far, that's the stuff you've got to watch.
If a sharp cat pants his bar, that's the cheese you've got to squeeze.
If that sharp guy gives your gal the eye, that's the goose you've got to turn loose.
When your chick and your diner's left,
tell the cat, tell the cat, tell the cat, tell the cat, tell the cat, tell the cat, tell the cat, tell the cat.
While you're buying the wine, your friend will all see.
Check, pay, and time, the cat's run away, boy.
That's the stuff, that's the stuff you've got to watch.
Watch it!
Watch it, I say!
Get it, Herbie, get it!
That was Mr. Fields, Mr. Fields.
When you go to a dance, there's a chick that you swing.
When you're starting to dance, hush your mouth, don't say a thing.
She might by chance wear a wedding ring.
Oh, boy, that's the stuff, that's the stuff, that's the stuff you've got to watch.
And just maybe her guy is seven foot tall.
She may jive you and tell you, oh, God, ain't even an owl.
But right in your eye, if you get fresh, his fist will fall.
Oh, shuck!
Boy, that's the stuff, that's the stuff you've got to watch.
If she's a killer and thrills you,
fit to kill you,
that's the mush you've got to hush.
Let no lip slip, get your head whipped.
That's the trash you've got to haze.
If she says, take me home at the end of the day.
Say she's alone, you're taking a chance.
Before you start to roam, Romeo, call an ambulance.
That's the stuff you've got to hush.
Well, hush it.
Hush, hush.