Down in the alley
The cats are swaying
The leader is O'malley
He's got a guitar he's playing
Ginger is on bass strumming
He's doing his thing
Tabby is there drumming
And they're ready to sing
She cats are sharpening their claws
Dancing with their tails in the air
See the cats licking their paws
All the cats are there
Join in if you're a cat
The party is out of sight
Down in the alley where it's at
Going on all through the night
copyright Chris Smith 1998
Jan 6, 2010
Jan 6, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC
Down in the alley
The cats are swaying
The leader is O'malley
He's got a guitar he's playing
Ginger is on bass strumming
He's doing his thing
Tabby is there drumming
And they're ready to sing
She cats are sharpening their claws
Dancing with their tails in the air
See the cats licking their paws
All the cats are there
Join in if you're a cat
The party is out of sight
Down in the alley where it's at
Going on all through the night
copyright Chris Smith 1998
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