John Wood - Cool for Cats lyrics

The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pa** The cowboys take position in the bushes and the gra** The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree She don't mind the language it's the beating she don't need She let's loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep And he wakes to find the fires dead and arrows in his hats And Davy Crockett rides around and says it's cool for cats The Sweeneys doing ninety cause they've got the word to go They get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names It's funny how their misses always look the bleeding same And meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads Who swear like, "how's your father" and they're very cool for cats To change the mood a little I've been posing down the pub On seeing my reflection I'm looking slightly rough I fancy this, I fancy that I wanna be so flash I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash But all I get is bitter and nasty little rash And by the time I'm sober I've forgotten what I've had And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat Shake up at the disco and I think I've got a pull I ask her lots of questions and she hangs on to the wall I kiss her for the first time and then I take her home I'm invited in for coffee and I give the dog a bone She likes to go to discos but she's never on her own I said I'll see you later and give her some old chat But it's not like that on the TV when it's cool for cats