| He goes on the prowl each
night Like an alley cat Looking for some new delight Like an alley
cat
She can't trust him out of sight
There's no doubt of that He just don't know wrong from right Like an
alley cat
He meets them And loves them And
leaves them Like that "Catsanova" does
That's no way to treat a pal She
should tell him "Scat!" Aren't you sorry for that gal And
her alley cat?
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He meets them And loves them And
leaves them Like that "Catsanova" does
He don't know what faithful means
There's no doubt of that He's too busy makin' scenes Like an alley
cat
And that's the sad, sad tale of a
lonesome quail And her alley cat.
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