Tekster: Squeeze. Cool for Cats.

The Indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
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 beating she don't need
She let's 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

The Sweeney's doing ninety
'Cause they've got the word to go
They 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 look 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

To change the mood a little
I've been posing down the pub
On 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

Shake up at the disco
And I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
And she hangs on to 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 to 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