Cool For Cats

The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass
 The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass
 The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree
 She doesn't mind the language, it's the beatings she don't need
 She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep
 And he wakes to find the fire's dead and arrows in his hats
 And Davy Crockett rides around and says, "It's cool for cats"
 It's cool for cats
 Cool for cats
 The Sweeney's doing 90 'cause they've got the word to go
 To get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow
 They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again
 In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names
 It's funny how their Missus always looks the bleeding same
 And meanwhile at the station, there's a couple of likely lads
 Who swear like how's your father, and they're very cool for cats
 They're cool for cats
 Cool for cats
 To change the mood a little, I've been posing down the pub
 I'm seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough
 I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash
 I give a little muscle, and I spend a little cash
 But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
 And by the time I'm sober, I've forgotten what I've had
 And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat
 Cool for cats
 Cool for cats
 Shape up at the disco when I think I've got a pull
 I ask her lots of questions as she hangs onto the wall
 I kiss her for the first time, and then, I take her home
 I'm invited in for coffee, and I give the dog a bone
 She likes to go discos, but she's never on her own
 I said, "I'll see you later," and I give her some old chat
 But it's not like that on the TV when it's cool for cats
 It's cool for cats
 Cool for cats
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 Cool for cats
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