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Tellin' my friends of the social elite
/ Or some cute cat I happen to meet
/ I'm Abraham deLacy
/ Giuseppe Casey
/ Thomas O'Malley
/ O'Malley, the alley cat!
/ I'm king of the highway
/ Prince of the boulevard
/ Duke of avant garde
/ The world is my backyard
/ So if you're goin' my way
/ That's the road you wanna seek
/ Calcutta to Rome or
/ Home-sweet-home in Paris
/ Magnifique, you all
/ I only got myself
/ And this big old world
/ When I sip that cup of life
/ With my fingers curled
/ I don't worry what road to take
/ I don't have to think of that
/ Whatever I take is the road I make
/ It's the road of life make no mistake, for me
/ Yeah, Abraham deLacy
/ Giuseppe Casey
/ Thomas O'Malley
/ O'Malley, the alley cat!
/ That's right
Ev'rybody Wants To Be A Cat song lyrics and music by Floyd Huddleston and Al Rinker, sung by Scatman Crothers as Scat Cat, Phil Harris as Thomas O'Malley Cat, and Thurl Ravenscroft as Billy Boss the Russian Cat
Everybody wants to be a cat, / Because a cat's the only cat / Who knows where it's at. / Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat, / 'Cause everything else is obsolete. / / Now a square with a horn, / Can make you wish you weren't born, / Ever'time he plays; / And with a square in the act, / He can set music back / To the caveman days. / / I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing, / But a cat's the only cat / Who knows how to swing. / / Who wants to dig / Along-haired gig / Or stuff like that? / When everybody wants to be a cat. / / A square with that horn, / Makes you wish you weren't born, / Ever'time he plays; / And with a square in the act, / He's gonna set this music back / To the caveman days. / / Everybody wants to be a cat, / Because a cat's the only cat / Who knows where it's at; / While playin' jazz you always has a welcome mat, / 'Cause everybody digs a swingin' cat. / / If you want to turn me on / Play your horn don't spare the tone / And blow a little soul into the tune / Let's 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 / Congregatin' on the fence / Beneath the alley's only light / Where every note is out of sight / / Everybody, everybody / Everybody wants to be a cat / Hallelujah
She Never Felt Alone song lyrics and music by Richard and Robert Sherman, performed by Robie Lester
Through all our days / In tender ways / Her love for us was shown / And so, you see / We can't leave her alone / / She's always say / That we're the greatest / Treasure she could own / Because with us / She never felt alone
The AristoCats, song lyrics and music by Richard and Robert Sherman, sung by Maurice Chevalier (he recorded it in English as well as in French translation).
Which pet's address / Is the finest in Paris? / Which pet possess / The longest pedigree? / Which pets get to sleep / On velvet mats? / Naturalment! The aristocats! / / Which pets are blessed / With the fairest forms and faces? / Which pets know best / All the gentle social graces? / Which pets live / On cream and loving pats? / Naturalment! The aristocats! / / They show aristocratic bearing / When they're seen / Upon an airing / And aristocratic flair / In what they do / And what they say! / / Aristocats are never found / In alleyways or hanging around / The garbage cans where / Common kitties play, oh no / / Which pets are known / To never show their claws? / Which pets are prone / To hardly any flaws? / To which pets do the others / Tip their hats? / Naturalment! The aristocats! / / Aristocats ils sont toujours, / Même quand ils font un petit tour. / Toujours précieux, là où ils vont, / Ils sont fiers d'leur éducation. / Dédaignant les ruelles, / Ils préfèrent les bars aux poubelles / Dont se contentent, trop vulgaires, / Les chats de gouttières, oh, pouah ! / / Quels "miaous" réprouvent les gros mots? / Quels "chats chouchous" s'estiment sans défaut? / Et d'vant qui les autres chats tirent leur chapeau? / Mais naturellement, / Mais naturellement, voyons! / Oh, mais naturellement, les aristochats!
Script I'm ready, maestro. Oh! Mama, he did it again. Now, Berlioz. Now, please, darling, settle down and play me your pretty little song. Yes, Mama. Do, me, so Do, do, so, me, do Every truly cultured music student knows You must learn your scales and your arpeggios. Ah, good evening, my little ones. Your favorite dish prepared in a very special way. It's creme de la creme a la Edgar. Sleep well. I, I mean, eat, eat well, of course. Good evening, Duchess. Hello, kittens. Hello, Roquefort! Hi, Roquefort! Uh, good evening Monsieur Roquefort. Something smells awfully good. What is that appetizing smell? It's crème de la crème a la Edgar. Oh, won't you join us, Monsieur Roquefort? Well, yes. I mean, well, I don't mean to interrupt. But it so happens that I have a cracker with me. Come on, Roquefort, have some. Oh, thank you. Don't mind if I do. Just a few dunks. Ooh, very good. My compliments to the chef. Mmm, this is yummy. Mmm, delicious. Double delicious. This calls for another cracker. I'll be right back. So that's... creme de la creme... a la Edgar. Lafayette. Hey, Lafayette. Lafayette! Well, I'm right here. Listen. Wheels approachin'. Oh, Napoleon, we done bit six tires today. Chased four motorcars and a bicycle and a scooter. Hush your mouth! It's a motorcycle. Two cylinders. Chain drive. One squeaky wheel, on the front, it sounds like. Now, you go for the tires, and I'll go right for the seat of the problem. How come you always grab the tender part for yourself? 'Cause I outrank you, that's why. Now, stop beating your gums and sound the attack. No, that's mess call. Made a mess of it, huh? You can be replaced, you know. Okay, let's charge. Wait a minute. I'm the leader! I'm the one that says when we go. Here we go. Charge! Nice doggie, nice doggie. Heel, roll over, play dead. This sure beats running, Napoleon. Step on the gas, Napoleon. I got her wide open.
Driving motorcycle a la Edgar
The AristoCats part 2
Good evening Monsieur Roquefort
Napoleon and Lafayette