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 'Cause everything else is obsolete.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: 
 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.
 [bad word] cat:
 Oh boy fellas, lets rock this joint!
 Cat playing cello:
 Ha ha groovy cats!
 Piano cat:
 Shanghai, Honk Kong, Egg Foo Yong.
 Fortune cookie always wrong. 
 That's a hot one!
 (Harp begins)
 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.
 (Jazz music begins again)
 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