Catlong sighs, holdin' Kitty's black tooth
She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold [bad word] 
And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley
Since Sally left with Big Pretty, things have got pretty thin
It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in

Jack Knife cries 'cause Baby's in a bundle
She [bad word]  nightly, lightly through the jungle
And them tin cans are explodin' out of the 90-degree heat
Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street
It's sad but it sure is [bad word] Cat [bad word] his shoulders, sits back and sighs

Catlong lies back-bent on a trash can
Flashin' lights that cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man
Well, you better move fast when you're young, or you're not around
Cat somehow lost his Kitty in the city pound
So get right, get tight, get down
Who's that down at the end of the alley? She's been gone so long
Here [bad word]  here [bad word] Here [bad word]  here [bad word] 
Kitty's back in town, here [bad word] now
Kitty's back in town
Cat knows Kitty's been [bad word] and that she left him for a city dude
Well, she's so soft, she's so blue
When he looks into her eyes, he just sits back and sighs
Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do?
Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? Alright
Ooh alright, ooh alright
Ooh alright, ooh alright