Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap (= syphilis), and the crabs and the piles
Cats with their buttons wreathed in smiles
And they revel in the joys of fornication

The crocodile is a funny animile
He rapes his mate only once in a while
When he does he floods the Nile
As he revels in the joys of fornication

The hippo's ball is big and round
The small one weights a thousand pounds
Two together weight the ground
As they revels in the joys of fornication

Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap, and the crabs and the piles
Cats with their buttons wreathed in smiles
And they revel in the joys of fornication

The baboon's rear is an eerie sight
His asshole glow below like a neon light
And he waves like a flag in the jungle night
As he revels in the joys of fornication

Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap, and the crabs and the piles
Cats with their buttons wreathed in smiles
And they revel in the joys of fornication

The camel has a lot of fun
His night is complete when he is done
He always gets two humps for one
As he revels in the joys of fornication

Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap, and the crabs and the piles
Cats with their buttons wreathed in smiles
And they revel in the joys of fornication

The 
And you can't tell the he from the she
But she can tell -- and so can he
So they revel in the joys of fornication

Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap, and the crab and the piles
Cats with their buttons wreathed in smiles
And they revel in the joys of fornication

Now the queen bees split among the trees
And there consorts with whom they please
They fill the land with sons of bees
As they revel in the joys of fornication.

Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap, and the crab and the piles
Cats with their buttons wreathed in smiles
And they revel in the joys of fornication

Now the monkey is small and rather slow
Erect he stands just a foot or so
So when he comes -- it's time to go
As he revels in the joys of fornication

Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap, and the crab and the piles
Cats with their buttons wreathed in smiles
And they revel in the joys of fornication

Five hundred verses, all in rhyme
To sit and to sing them seems such a crime
But we could better spend our time
Reveling in the joys of fornication

Cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles
Cats with the clap, and the crabs and the piles
Cats with their buttons wreathed in smiles
And they revel in the joys of fornication