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 doesnt mind the language

Its the beating she dont need

She lets loose all the horses

When the corporal is asleep

And he wakes to find the fires dead

And arrows in his hats

And davy crockett rides around

And says its cool for cats

The sweeneys doing ninety

cos theyve got the word to go

They get a gang of villains

In a shed up at heathrow

Theyre counting out the fivers

When the handcuffs lock again

In and out of wandsworth

With the numbers on their names

Its funny how their missus

Always look the bleeding same

And meanwhile at the station

Theres a couple of likely lads

Who swear like hows your father

And theyre very cool for cats

Theyre cool for cats

To change the mood a little

Ive been posing down the pub

On seeing my reflection

Im 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 Im sober

Ive forgotten what Ive had

And evrybody tells me that its cool to be a cat

Cool for cats

Shake up at the disco

And I think Ive 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

Im invited in for coffee

And I give the dog a bone

She likes to go to discos

But shes never on her own

I said Ill see you later

And I give her some old chat

But its not like that on the tv

When its cool for cats

Its cool for cats