Bobby Darin — That Darn Cat

While the city sleeps, every night he creeps Just surveying his domain He roams around like he owns the town He's the king, he makes that plain He knows every trick, doesn't miss a lick When it comes to keeping fat Some city slicker, no one is quicker than-- That darn cat! Every nook and cranny and garbage can he Inspects so thoroughly When he's on his rounds, nothing's out of bounds To his curiosity He can smile and purr at a pretty her 'Til she don't know where she's at Nose like a Geiger, oh, what a tiger is-- That darn cat! He's a sly old codger, an Artful Dodger A scoundrel unsurpassed He's a ball of fire, a nine-live-wire Who just can't be outclassed Yeah, this midnight rover, he lives in clover It's an art he's got down pat There never was a greater smooth operator than-- That darn-- That darn cat! That darn cat... That darn cat... Mmm-mmm, that darn cat... Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, that darn cat! [Reprise] Now, our cat's been paid every accolade And he's earned all his acclaim In a blaze of glory, he ends our story In the Feline Hall of Fame But the way life goes, in a year, who knows? From the family he begat You may wind up with one of, maybe the son of-- That darn cat!