Everybody wants to be a cat, 
because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at. 
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat, 
'cause everything else is obsolete. 
Now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he can set music back to the caveman days. 
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
but a cat's the only cat who knows how to swing.
Who wants to dig a long-haired gig or stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at; 
while playin' jazz you always have a [bad word] mat, 
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat. 
Everybody digs a swingin' cat.