Artist: Burl Ives

Title: Taut I taw a puddy tat

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TWEETY:

I am a little, tiny, bird. My name is Tweety Pie

I live inside my bird cage, a-hanging way up high

I like to swing upon my perch and sing my little song

But there's a tat that's after me and won't let me alone



I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me

I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!



SYLVESTER:

I am that great big bad old cat, Sylvester is my name

I only have one aim in life and that is very plain

I want to catch that little bird and eat him right away

But just as I get close to him, this is what he'll say



I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me

You bet he taw a puddy tat, that puddy tat is me!



TWEETY:

That puddy tat is very bad, he sneaks up from behind

I don't think I would like it if I knew what's on his mind

I have a strong suspicion that his plans for me aren't good

I am inclined to think that he would eat me if he could



SYLVESTER:

I'd like to eat that sweetie pie when he leaves his cage

But I can never catch him, It throws me in a rage

You bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get near

But every time that I approach, this is all I hear



TWEETY:

I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me

I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!



And when I sing that little song, my mistress knows he's back

She grabs her broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's back

So listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends and see

My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song with me



TWEETY (Spoken): Come on now, like a good cat

SYLVESTER (Spoken): Oh, all right. Sufferin' Succotash!



TWEETY & SYLVESTER:

I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me

I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!