Cool For Cats

The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree She doesn't mind the language, it's the beatings she don't need She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep And he wakes to find the fire's dead and arrows in his hats And Davy Crockett rides around and says, "It's cool for cats" It's cool for cats Cool for cats The Sweeney's doing 90 'cause they've got the word to go To get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names It's funny how their Missus always looks the bleeding same And meanwhile at the station, there's a couple of likely lads Who swear like how's your father, and they're very cool for cats They're cool for cats Cool for cats To change the mood a little, I've been posing down the pub I'm seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash I give a little muscle, and I spend a little cash But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash And by the time I'm sober, I've forgotten what I've had And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat Cool for cats Cool for cats Shape up at the disco when I think I've got a pull I ask her lots of questions as she hangs onto the wall I kiss her for the first time, and then, I take her home I'm invited in for coffee, and I give the dog a bone She likes to go discos, but she's never on her own I said, "I'll see you later," and I give her some old chat But it's not like that on the TV when it's cool for cats It's cool for cats Cool for cats (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Cool for cats (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh...)