Thomas O'Malley Cat

I like the cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni like they make at home Or a healthy fish with the big backbone I'm Abraham DeLacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley the alley cat I've got that wanderlust Gotta walk the scene Gotta kick up highway dust Feel the grass that's green Gotta strut them city streets Showin' off my éclat, yeah Tellin' my friends of the social elite Or some cute cat I happen to meet that I'm Abraham DeLacey, Giuseppe Casey, Thomas O'Malley O'Malley the alley cat I'm king of the highway Prince of the boulevard Duke of the avant-garde The world is my backyard So if you're goin' my way That's the road you wanna seek Calcutta to Rome or home sweet home in Paris Magnifique, you all I only got myself And this big old world But I sip that cup of life With my fingers curled I don't worry what road to take I don't have to think of that Whatever I take is the road I make It's the road of life make no mistake, for me Yeah, Abraham DeLacey, Giuseppe Casey, Thomas O'Malley O'Malley the alley cat That's right, and I'm very proud of that, yeah