The Stray Cats

The rebirth of swing began in the eighties

 Black and orange stray cat sittin on a fence
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by with my tail in the air

 Stray cat strut I'm-a (ladies cat)
Feline casanova hey man that's that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean ole man
Get my dinner from a garbage can

 Meow

 I don't bother chasing mice around, oh-no
I slink down the alley, lookin for a fight
Howlin to the moonlight on a summer night
Singin the blues while the lady cats cry
Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy
I wish I could be as carefree and wild
But I got cat class and I got cat a style

 I don't bother chasing mice around, oh-no
I slink down the alley, lookin for a fight
Howlin to the moonlight on a summer night
Singin the blues while the lady cats cry
Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy
I wish I could be as carefree and wild
But I got cat class and I got cat a style
 

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