Skat Cat:
Well, little lady, let me illusidate here
Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat's the only cat
Who knows were it's at

Tom:
Tell me, everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat
'Cause everything else is obsolete.

Skat:
strickly high button shoes.
square with a horn makes you wish you weren't born

Skat:
Everytime he plays

Tom:
But with a square in the act
You can set music back

Skat:
To the cave man days, cha cha ba dum bo day
Tom:
I've heard some corny birds who who tried to sing

Skat:
Still a cat's the only cat who knows how to swing

Bass:
Who wants to dig a long haired gig or stuff like that

Tom:
When everybody wants to be a cat

Tom and Skat:
square with a horn makes you wish you weren't born
Everytime he plays

Tom:
Oh a rinky tinky tinky
Tom and Skat:
With a square in the act you can set music back
To the cave man days

Marie:
Oh a rinky tinky tinky

Tom:
Yes

M & T:
Everybody wants to be a cat
Beause a cats the only cat who knows where it's at
While playin' jazz you always have a [bad word] mat
'Cause everybody digs a swinging cat.

Duchess:
If you want to turn me on,
Play your horn don't spare the tone,
and blow a little soul into the tune.

T:
Lets take it to another key.

Skat:
Modulate, and wait for me.
I'll take a few ad-libs and pretty soon.

T:
The other cats will [bad word] Congregating on the fence.
Underneath the alley's only light.

Duchess:
Where every note is out of sight.

S & Crew:
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!

Skat:
Halejuah!
S & Crew:
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody, everybody, everybody now