Roger Chapman - Walking The Cat lyrics

The guy picking guitar, Dandy's the name Some call him Jim, some call him James But whatever it is, he got the fire in his hands - There sit the fat-man huggin' the keys, laughin' and rocking then he's down on his knees He was hot on the charts somewhere back in his teens When he was Walking the Cat- Walking the Cat Git Along little Doggie Now hard hearted Anna climbs on the stand Leans on the piano with a torch in her hand Then she'll squeeze out the news how she never could handle her man, (Then she'd wink at the band)- Then the kid blowin' horn in the blue dungarees Looks outta place with his hair painted green But he'll find you a Bb he knock the caps off your teeth When he's Walking the Cat- Walking the Cat Git Along little Doggie Ah they don't try to beat out the latest thing They just pick out a groove and they let it swing They don't care where they're going, They already know just where they been Walking the Cat- Waiking the Cat Git Along littie Doggie Well down, down, down, down Down in the basement holding the flood Walkin' the boogie he's a powerful blood Well he knows all the gals they call him "the Pillar of love" Now "Fifi le Fevre" and "Wrap Around Flo", Shimmy and shakin' wearing nothing but "day glo" And they scream & they holler, pick up a dollar a go-go-go "Go girls go now" - Now "Bang Bang the Drummer", a singular son, He be long in the tooth but as smooth as they come Now whatever he does, Lord, he does with his hat on Walking the Cat - even Walking the Cat Git Along little Doggie They got - big cats, small cats, medium cats, Ginger cats, white cats, black cats and good old spotty cats Walking the Cat I'll tell you a little story now - Gig it was loaded up to the gills So was old Anna singing, "On Blueberry Hill" And this land it was her land, Lord And so were those tills, From Walking the Cat