Cool for Cats - The Seventies

The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass

The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass

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