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Lyrics: Everybody wants to be a cat, because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at. Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat, 'cause everything else is obsolete. Now a square with a horn, can make you wish you weren't born, ever'time he plays; and with a square in the act, he can set music back to the caveman days. I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing, but 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 that horn, makes you wish you weren't born, ever'time he plays; and with a square in the act, he's gonna set this music back to the Cave man days. Everybody wants to be a cat, because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at; while playin' jazz you always has a Welcome mat, 'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat. Everybody digs a swingin' cat.
