Slick Whiskers

Strolling down the avenue in a sharp fedora

Tail high, eyes low,

never in a hurry

Paws on the pavement,

cool as the night air (yeah)

Cool cat, sliding through the scene

Cool cat,

living the dream

(oh yeah)

Cigarette smoke

curls in the dim lit lounge

Nodding to the band,

never missing a beat

Silk tie loose,

whiskers twitching to the bass (haha)

When the lights go low

and the tempo slows

He just keeps that stride,

never breaks his cool

Cool cat,

sliding through the scene

Cool cat,

living the dream (ooh)

Cool cat fades into the night