Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon-Narrator

This is a story of the waltzing mouse
His named and Johann and he lived in Vienna
Of the home of Johann Strauss

Each day, as this famous musician played
Little Johanna couldn't resist
Waltzing to the beautiful music

And each day, watching and waiting was the cat

And each day, he would try to catch him
But he would fail
However, this wouldn't failed the cat
Because he know the jungle, when the master played

The mouse would waltz
And the cat would try the game

This is a story of the waltzing mouse
The mouse wouldn't waltz

Why couldn't he, the cat, learn to play?

Poor little Johann
He was under the spell of the beautiful music
But luckily for him
At the moment, who servants wondered who was playing

Amazing
A cat that could play and a mouse that could dance
The May of the butcher boy
The butcher boy the crowd of the square
Now, out of the palace guards overheard
A cat that could play
A mouse that could waltz, good heavens
The only, the mouse a loved
To the palace at once

Wonderful
Sensational
And they lived very happy
As long as the cat played and the mouse danced
But when the cat stopped playing it was
The same old story.