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 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 Cat somehow lost his Kitty down in the city pound So get right, get tight, get down Well who's that down at the end of the alley? She's been gone so long Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Now Cat knows his Kitty's been untrue And that she left him for a city dude But she's so soft, she's so blue When he looks into her eyes He just sits back and sighs Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do?
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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