Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat's the only cat
Who knows were it's at
Tell me, everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat
'Cause everything else is obsolete.
strickly high button shoes.
A square with a horn makes you wish you weren't born
Everytime he plays
But with a square in the act
You can set music back
To the cave man days, cha cha ba dum bo day

I've heard some corny birds who who tried to sing
Still a cat's the only cat who knows how to swing
Who wants to dig a long haired gig or stuff like that
When everybody wants to be a cat
A square with a horn makes you wish you weren't born
Everytime he plays
Oh a rinky tinky tinky
With a square in the act you can set music back
To the cave man days
Oh a rinky tinky tinky
Yes
Everybody wants to be a cat
Beause a cats the only cat who knows where it's at
While playin' jazz you always have a welcom mat
'Cause everybody digs a swinging cat.

Oh boy fellas, lets rock this joint!

Ha ha groovy cats!
Shanghai, Honk Kong, Egg Foo Yong.
Fortune cookie always wrong.
That's a hot one!

If you want to turn me on,
Play your horn don't spare the tone,
and blow a little soul into the tune.
Lets take it to another key.
Modulate, and wait for me.
I'll take a few ad-libs and pretty soon.
The other cats will all commence
Congregating on the fence.
Underneath the alley's only light.
Where every note is out of sight.

Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Halejuah!
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody, everybody, everybody now