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 meets them

And loves them

And leaves them

Like that "Catsanova" does



He don't know what faithful means

There's no doubt of that

He's too busy makin' scenes

Like an alley cat



And that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome quail

And her alley cat.





Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz

ronhontz@worldnet.att.net