The Alley Cat Song
Al Stillman, Frank Bjorn
He goes on the prowl each night
Like an alley cat
Looking for some new delight
Like an alley cat
You know, she can't trust him out of sight
And 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 loves them...
Like the "Catsanova" does
I mean that's no way to treat a pal
She should tell him "Scat!"
Aren't you sorry for that gal
With her alley cat?
He meets them..
And loves them..
And loves them..
Like the "Catsanova" does
I mean that's no way to treat a pal
She should tell him "Scat!"
Aren't you sorry for that gal
With her alley cat?
Yeah, that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome frail
Yeah, that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome frail and her alley cat