Christopher Walken – Puss In Boots – Happy Cat
we’re never to want for anything again no more cryin’ for a crust of bread No more beggin’ for a bowl of milk It’s trout for breakfast in a feather bed On sheets of silk Now, I’m walkin’ like I’m 10 feet tall Just reach out a paw Just reach out a paw and catch some birds And I’ll never have to creep or crawl,
Be kicked or stepped on just because I’m small I’ve got my boots and I’ve got it all In other words… You’re lookin’ at a happy cat, A watch-me-dance, toe-tappy cat, A cat who had a dream that just came true I got myself a snappy pair of boots I also got a name that suits me A pair of boots can change a cat
From bum into aristocrat
No house in town that I can’t waltz into I might drop by the palace for a chat To show the king where class is at When I sashay into some smart cafe, Each pretty feline will make a B-line For the cat they all adore Always putting on the dog And livin’ high upon the hog Say, who is that with feathered hat? A velvet coat and lace cravat? Soft-shoeing up and down the avenue? Must be some fancy foreign diplomat Oh no, it’s just a happy cat. I’ve got a hunch it’s no more mice for lunch
From mouse to pheasant Won’t that be pleasant Goose topped off by chocolate mousse I might explode, but what the ho I’ve still got eight more lives to go Oh, who’d believe this happy cat
Was once a lazy, nappy cat? With catnaps and with catnip, I am through
Can’t lie around the fire growing fat There’s lots of feats these feet must do But, just for now, I’ll fluff my fur And purr a soft, contented purr Yes sir, you’re lookin’ at a happy cat! So, let’s go seek our fortune.