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I want to be King of the Cats
I want to be Jungle Jack
Top all round Dog
And then you will want me
Then you going to, cry, cry, cry
Cry till you die
Then you will want me
I want to be a real cool Joe
I want to be Top Cool Cat
I want to be your sweet Jack
Then you will love me
Because you will, cry, cry, cry
Cry till you die
Then i wont want you
Im going to be Top Cat one day
I'm going to be somebody
I'm going to be Cool Hand Luke
Then you will want me
Then you will, cry, cry, cry
Cry all day long
But it wont help you baby
Because i'm going to be gone
Gone all night, gone, gone, gone
Disappeared into the dawn
I'm going to be real gone
Written Friday September 2005
allan james saywell
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