The old prospector’s nose for gold
the sailor who can read the sky
the gambler’s sense of when to fold
the trick to making apple pie
these mysteries one cannot explain
this old black art
so queer and quaint
like making love, or making rain
either you got it,
or
you
ain’t
Some cats know
you can tell by the touchin’
they don't come on huffin’ and puffin’
and grabbin’ and clutchin’
some cats know
how to take it nice and slow
but if a cat don't know
a cat don't know
some cats know
how to stir up the feelin’
they keep foolin’ round
till they're half way to the ceilin’
some cats know
how to make the honey flow
but if a cat don't know
a cat don't know
some cats know just where it's at
they are not like some others
I would ruther one like that
If I had my druthers
Some cats know
how to play nice and pretty
nice and soft
and soon you're off to
good time city
some cats know
how to take it nice and slow
but if a cat don't know
a cat don't know
he just
don't
know
(Lyrics by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller)
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