there's four of them
those pluto cats
and then sydney
that makes five
five cool cats, five very cool cats
christophe plays the bass, you see
and wayne on the drums, in dark glasses
then tiger with his lead guitar
roman plays the keyboards, here and there
but mostly he's around for looks
and sydney, baby, he can sing
five cool pluto cats
five pluto cats on the stage
pluto cats in black
and pants made of suede
tiger starts to stomp about
sydney begins to sing and shout
roman takes a different route
wayne knows how to let it all out
christophe starts to dance and pout
five pluto cats, without a doubt
hair hangin' in their eyes
drumsticks fly
guitar picks sizzle
sticky, sweaty, smelly cats
shirts soaked against the skin
makeup dripping down pale faces
and then roman feels it drizzle
and then the park empties out
sydney throws back his head and cries
christophe lays his head between sydney's thighs
roman packs up with moans and sighs
wayne says they were hot, he tells no lies
tiger leans back and closes his eyes
they're five pluto cats, oh so wise