Pussy Cat

You're a hard-boiled chicken, in a greaseproof hat
You're a soul rebel, let me tell you, about that
You've taken down France with a, wooden cat
But yer never been in love, with anyone but your hat

Your name might be Lindsey, Bill or Pat
But you're outa sight, man
You're a cat, you're a cat
Oooo, scat on that, you're a cat, yeah

You're a ticket collector, from the Sorbonne
You've read all there is, and you still aint done
You think therefore, you maybe fun
When you make love you do it in the sun

Your name might be Lindsey, Bill or Pat
But you're outa sight, man
Yeah, you're a cat
Oooo, won't you scat on that, scat on that

You've traveled round the world, with a face like a bun
Met an Australian man, with a tommy gun
Got a fever on Phangan, for that big ole sun
And left Bolivia on the run, you're a cat
Let me tell u about that
You're a caaaaaaaat, oh yeah, wooah, man
Yeah, you're a cat, yeah, ow, pussy, pussy cat
You're a cat
Meaw, ow
Ow, meaw
You're a cat, pussy cat
You're a cat, pussy cat