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High Manhattan town
What floats and has a shape that
Fans like us who watch the
We know it's the Cat

Gliding like a big blue
From Tomkins to Upper Broadway
Beyond the park to Hill
a minute for a latte

He oozes down the duct
like seaweed down the hall
He digs your wiggy pad
And seeps out through the

kind of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and rough
light on New York City
Like Christmas without the chintzy

What exactly he want
This Rabelaisian puff of
To make you feel all and cozy
Like you heard a good

you heard an Arlen tune
Or you bought a crazy hat
Like you had a Mango
Ooh - the Cat

all the talk in shops and schoolyards
Sultan - the Automat
Players in da Bronx
to Morph the Cat

It's kind of like an arctic
Cool and sweet and slightly
Liquid on New York City
Like Christmas without the chintzy

So is his charisma
You can hear it sing
He the roofs
And bells begin to

cashiers can feel it now
Grand old gals at evening
Young
And models
on the grass

Blessed have an ally
When feline comes to bat
joy to old Manhattan
All the skies for Morph the Cat