Lyrics: Floyd Huddleston/Al Rinker
Music: Floyd Huddleston/Al Rinker
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
Tell me,
everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat
'Cause everything else is obsolete.
A square with a horn makes you wish you weren't born
Everytime he plays
But with a square in the act
You can set music back
To the cave man days,
cha cha ba dum bo day
I've heard some corny birds
who who tried to sing
Still a cat's the only cat
who knows how to swing
Who wants to dig a long haired gig or stuff like that
When everybody wants to be a cat
A square with a horn
makes you wish you weren't born
Everytime he plays
Oh a rinky tinky tinky
With a square in the act
you can set music back
To the cave man days
Oh a rinky tinky tinky
Yes
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.
(Jazz music begins again)
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Halejuah!
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody, everybody, everybody now