| Catlong sighs holding Kitty’s black tooth |
| She left to marry some top cat, ain’t it the cold truth |
| And there hasn’t been a tally since Sally left the alley |
| Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin |
| It’s tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in Jack Knife cries 'cause baby’s in a bundle |
| She goes running nightly, lightly through the jungle |
| And them tin cans are explodin' out in the ninety-degree heat |
| Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street |
| It’s sad but it sure is true |
| Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs |
| OOh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? |
| OOh, what can I do, ooh what can I do? |
| Catlong lies back bent on a trash can, |
| Flashing lights cut the night, dude in the white says he’s the man |
| Well you better learn to move fast when you’re young or you’re not long around |