Bobby Rydell

The alley cat song

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?


He don't know what faithful means,
there's no doubt of that
He's too busy making scenes,
like an alley cat.

And that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome quail
and her alley cat.

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