|Lyrics:||Cats on the blacktop, birdie in the treetop,|
Someone plays guitar that sounds like
I ain't ready to go to bed,
I think I'll take a walk downtown
Cats on the bandstand, Give'em each a big hand,
Anyone who sweats like that
must be all right.
No one wants to fight; no blackeye,
Just another cat beneath the stars
Cats in the limelight, feels like it's alright,
Everybody wants something
they might not get.
I ain' ready yet, it ain't complete,
That's why I am headin' down to
Satin blouse unbuttoning, satin blouse unbuttoning,
Time is a
stripper's doin', it's just for you.
Time is a stripper's doin', it's just for
Knock in the brass tacks, cover up your tracks Jack,
You ain't nowhere till you
can pay your own way back.
What else do you lack to make it right,
But cats down under the