That Darn Cat

While the city sleeps, ev'ry night he creeps Just surveyin' his domain He roams around like he owns the town He's the King, he makes that plain He knows ev'ry trick, doesn't miss a lick When it comes to keepin' track Some city slicker, no one is quicker than That darn cat Ev'ry nook and cranny and garbage canny He inspects so thoroughly When he's on his rounds, nothin's out of bounds To his curiosity He can smile and purr at a pretty her Till she don't know where she's at Nose like a diner, oh, what a tiger is That darn cat He's a sly old codger, an artful dodger A scrounger unsurpassed A ball of fire, a nine live wire Who just can't be outclassed Yeah, this midnight rover, he lives in clover It's an art he's got down pat Never was a greater smooth operator than That um darn, that darn cat That darn cat That darn cat Um um That darn cat Um um um um um um That darn cat Now our cat's been paid ev'ry accolade And he's earned all his acclaim In a blaze of glory, he ends our story In the Feline Hall of Fame But the way life goes, in a year who knows, From the fam'ly he begat You may wind up with one of, maybe the son of That darn cat --- That Darn Cat - Bobby Troup and The Sherman Brothers