[ Featuring Bobby Troup ]
While the city sleeps, ev'ry night he creeps
Just surveyin' his domain
He roams around like he owns the town
He's the King, he makes that plain
He knows ev'ry trick, doesn't miss a lick
When it comes to keepin' track
Some city slicker, no one is quicker than
That darn cat
Ev'ry nook and cranny and garbage canny
He inspects so thoroughly
When he's on his rounds, nothin's out of bounds
To his curiosity
He can smile and purr at a pretty her
Till she don't know where she's at
Nose like a diner, oh, what a tiger is
That darn cat
He's a sly old codger, an artful dodger
A scrounger unsurpassed
A ball of fire, a nine live wire
Who just can't be outclassed
Yeah, this midnight rover, he lives in clover
It's an art he's got down pat
Never was a greater smooth operator than
That um darn, that darn cat
That darn cat
That darn cat
Um um
That darn cat
Um um um um um um
That darn cat
Now our cat's been paid ev'ry accolade
And he's earned all his acclaim
In a blaze of glory, he ends our story
In the Feline Hall of Fame
But the way life goes, in a year who knows,
From the fam'ly he begat
You may wind up with one of, maybe the son of
That darn cat
