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 beating 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, cool for cats

The Sweeney's doing ninety 
'Cos they've got the word to go 
They 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 

To change the mood a little 
I've been posing down the pub 
On 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 ev'rybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat 
Cool for cats 

Shake up at the disco 
And I think I've got a pull 
I ask her lots of questions 
As she hangs on to 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 to 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