Cool For Cats

(difford/tilbrook)

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 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

The sweeney's doing ninety

'cos 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 ev'rybody 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