Midnight Cats

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The O’Leary’s doing circles round the statue near the square
The punks are trading firecrackers and fixing up their hair
They’re bagging up some treacle tarts behind the butcher’s stall
While Karen’s in her rollers, she’s screaming at the wall
The coppers turn their backs and light a smoke beneath the sign
The bugle band from Tuesday starts to play ahead of time
And no one minds the chaos when it shines  like an aluminum bat
So glamorous. it’s Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats)

To jolt the gloom a little, I’ve been prancing down the Strand
I caught my own reflection with lipstick in my hand
I wanted gold, I wanted fame, I wanted to have it all
So I threw on sequins, baby, and I tap danced down the hall
But all I got was teacups and a cheeky little scab
And someone said I looked just like a sparkly paper bag
But darling, don’t you worry, ‘cause it’s fab to be a brat
And brats are cool, they’re Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats)

I slide to the disco with a collar made of stars
The bouncer did a curtsy and he let me past the guards
I winked at little Judy who was orbiting the bar
She offered me a lollipop and pointed to her car
We didn’t make it far ‘cause she preferred to pet her cat
Yes the one you’re thinking. She asked if I could handle that
We giggled on the pavement ‘til the bins began to chat
Then Judy said, “You’re Ripper, Jack!”
We’re Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats)

We’re not the ones with diamonds, no we’ve got leather and lace,
Cannibal lovers, A topless drummer with nipple covers, rhinestone bruise, a jukebox face,
The lamplight sings a serenade, the oceans sing in splash,
We’re twisted lads in pirate hats…
We’re midnight. Midnight Cats!

Oh the lights go low and the boots start to tap,
With a kiss on your cheek from a feathered chap,
We dance through the bins and the boulevard flats 
We’re moonlit, mad, and Midnight Cats!
Yes, we’re strut and tease and party brats,
With a twist of lime in a snake skin hat—
Forever weird, and proud of that,
We’re Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats)

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The telly’s on the fritz again, the skyline starts to spin The pigeons play detectives on the rooftop of the inn A sailor with a feather hat is fencing with a broom His partner’s in the alleyway, conducting while on shrooms She hums a little mystery and tosses back her gin The lamp post starts to tango and the streetlights softly grin Then Ziggy in a fur coat shouts, “Take what you can catch!” It’s Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats) Oh the lights go low and the boots start to tap, With a kiss on your cheek from a feathered chap, We dance through the bins and the boulevard flats We’re moonlit, mad, and Midnight Cats! Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats) The O’Leary’s doing circles round the statue near the square The punks are trading firecrackers and fixing up their hair They’re bagging up some treacle tarts behind the butcher’s stall While Karen’s in her rollers, she’s screaming at the wall The coppers turn their backs and light a smoke beneath the sign The bugle band from Tuesday starts to play ahead of time And no one minds the chaos when it shines like an aluminum bat So glamorous. it’s Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats) Oh the lights go low and the boots start to tap, With a kiss on your cheek from a feathered chap, We dance through the bins and the boulevard flats We’re moonlit, mad, and Midnight Cats! Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats) To jolt the gloom a little, I’ve been prancing down the Strand I caught my own reflection with lipstick in my hand I wanted gold, I wanted fame, I wanted to have it all So I threw on sequins, baby, and I tap danced down the hall But all I got was teacups and a cheeky little scab And someone said I looked just like a sparkly paper bag But darling, don’t you worry, ‘cause it’s fab to be a brat And brats are cool, they’re Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats) Oh the lights go low and the boots start to tap, With a kiss on your cheek from a feathered chap, We dance through the bins and the boulevard flats We’re moonlit, mad, and Midnight Cats! Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats) I slide to the disco with a collar made of stars The bouncer did a curtsy and he let me past the guards I winked at little Judy who was orbiting the bar She offered me a lollipop and pointed to her car We didn’t make it far ‘cause she preferred to pet her cat Yes the one you’re thinking. She asked if I could handle that We giggled on the pavement ‘til the bins began to chat Then Judy said, “You’re Ripper, Jack!” We’re Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats) We’re not the ones with diamonds, no we’ve got leather and lace, Cannibal lovers, A topless drummer with nipple covers, rhinestone bruise, a jukebox face, The lamplight sings a serenade, the oceans sing in splash, We’re twisted lads in pirate hats… We’re midnight. Midnight Cats! Oh the lights go low and the boots start to tap, With a kiss on your cheek from a feathered chap, We dance through the bins and the boulevard flats We’re moonlit, mad, and Midnight Cats! Yes, we’re strut and tease and party brats, With a twist of lime in a snake skin hat— Forever weird, and proud of that, We’re Midnight Cats! (Midnight Cats)

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