Cathouse blues
I wear the high airs
The high heel shoes
Whoa..
Darling, it's hard to be surrounded
Where the women are lazy
And the men are rude
I got the cat walk, don't talk blues
I creep on cat's feet
I don't speak loose
Your self in velvet
Forget we ever met
I got the clothes
And the cathouse blues
Blue-gray eyes that say
I guess you don't remember
I guess that I was younger
To say the cat sleeps alone
Sleeps only in the sun
But shield away the night
And she'll be gone
Singing the cathouse blues
I need some new red velvet shoes
I'm still a dreamer's fancy
They say I'm pretty classy
I'm just a feline-silky cat come true
I'm just a feline-silky cat come true
I'm just a feline-silky cat come true
Yeah...