Everybody wants to be a cat
Skat Cat:
Well, little lady, let me illusidate here
Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat's the only cat
Who knows were it's at
Tom:
Tell me, everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat
'Cause everything else is obsolete.
Skat:
strickly high button shoes.
A square with a horn makes you wish you weren't born
Skat:
Everytime he plays
Tom:
Tom:
But with a square in the act
You can set music back
Skat:
To the cave man days, cha cha ba dum bo day
Tom:
I've heard some corny birds who who tried to sing
Skat:
Still a cat's the only cat who knows how to swing
Bass:
Who wants to dig a long haired gig or stuff like that
Tom:
When everybody wants to be a cat
Tom and Skat:
A square with a horn makes you wish you weren't born
Everytime he plays
Tom:
Oh a rinky tinky tinky
Tom and Skat:
With a square in the act you can set music back
To the cave man days
Marie:
Oh a rinky tinky tinky
Tom:
Yes
M & T:
Everybody wants to be a cat
Beause a cats the only cat who knows where it's at
While playin' jazz you always have a welcom mat
'Cause everybody digs a swinging cat.
Drummer cat:
Oh boy fellas, lets rock this joint!
Cat playing cello:
Ha ha groovy cats!
Piano cat:
Shanghai, Honk Kong, Egg Foo Yong.
Fortune cookie always wrong.
That's a hot one!
(Harp begins)
Duchess:
If you want to turn me on,
Play your horn don't spare the tone, and blow a little soul into the tune.
T:
Lets take it to another key.
Skat:
Modulate, and wait for me.
I'll take a few ad-libs and pretty soon.
T:
The other cats will all commence
Congregating on the fence.
Underneath the alley's only light.
Duchess:
Where every note is out of sight.
(Jazz music begins again)
S & Crew:
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Skat:
Halejuah!
S & Crew:
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody, everybody, everybody