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Bobby Darin

Gyp The Cat

 

Gyp The Cat


Where the bayous wind
And them gators swim
Sometime late last night
When the moon was dim
Someone left this life
Much against his will
And while Gyp the Cat was alibi-ing
You know his clothes were drying

Down on Bourbon Street
Where them tourists roam
Some big financier

Traveling far from home
Lost his fancy watch

And his wallet, too
And while to his story Gyp was sticking
His brand new watch kept ticking

There's a blown-out safe

In the city hall
Standing open wide
Up against the wall
And though Gyp the Cat.. huh
Has got a-lotta dough
Is the money his or part of plunder
Gyp says, "Go and wonder"

There's a fishing fleet

Anchored in the bay
Everybody knows

Shrimps and oysters pay
But, when Gyp the Cat
Was refused his share
Somehow nets got cut and the take was way off
'Til Gyp got his payoff

Ah... the legend goes

That they buried him
Oh... nobody knows
That he had a twin
And at the services

Everybody cried
'Cepting one peculiar, smiling mourner
Picking pockets in the corner
While they set his brother in the ground

Get the feeling Gyp is still around

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