[VERSE 1] Well, call me Shin. Japan's calmest cat. Shintaz Company. Japan's biggest hat company. Sunny morning. Birds cross the blue. T-shirt. Beach pants. Bare feet. And my favorite red hat. I told my son, Michael, “Run the company from today.” I trust that boy. He loves catnip more than anyone I know. He'll handle the kids. [VERSE 2] Shintaz Company is his now. I'm off duty. Guitar in my paw. Tortuga Band on my lips. La-la-la... nya-nya-naaa... What a lovely morning. No one knows who I am. [CHORUS] Hey, hey, look at me, Just a cat out on the street. Red hat, bare feet, Morning groove and easy beat. Hey, hey, what a day, Nothing could go wrong my way. La-la-la... nya-nya-naaa... I'm just Shin. [VERSE 3] Joggers pass. “Hey!” Cyclists roll by. “Hey!” Cars go rushing. “Hey!” Suno buses sing. “Hey!” Big truck— “Hey!” [SUDDEN SHOCK] WHOOSH! [CONFUSED] My hat... MY HAT! [PANICKED] My red hat! My favorite hat! Flying down the road! My red hat! My precious hat! Where are you going?! I should've tied that strap! I should've tied it tight! Oh, no, no, no, no— Not my morning! Not my hat! [GETTING ABSURD] Hey! Come back! Red hat! Stop! Why are you running?! You're a hat! I'm a cat! Cats chase mice! Not hats! Wait— WHY AM I CHASING MY HAT?! [FASTER — LOSING CONTROL] I turn around. I throw my guitar. I run. “Michael! Pick up!” Nothing. Of course. He's on catnip. My hat keeps flying. I keep running. My lungs are burning. My tail is shaking. Hey! Slow down! Hat! HEY! Come back here! I'M SHIN! THIS IS MY HAT! [PANIC BECOMES RIDICULOUS] Left foot! Right foot! Hat! Road! Car! Truck! Me! Hat! Hat! ME! Michael! MICHAEL! WHY IS MY SON NOT ANSWERING?! [TRAFFIC TENSION] And then... It lands. Right in the middle of the road. Cars rush past. Motorcycles fly. Trucks thunder by. My red hat stays there. Nobody hits it. Nobody. Not once. And somehow... It's still puffed up. Like I'm wearing it. [TOTAL PANIC] NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! [DEAD CALM — ANGRY] What are you looking at? [GRUMPY — EXHAUSTED] The drivers freeze. The engines stop. Their eyes go wide. I walk over. My tail is still shaking. I pick up my hat. My energy is gone. [TIRED] Michael? Finally! Come pick me up. I want to go home. [PLAYFUL — WORN OUT] Red hat. Bare feet. One tired cat. Nya— nya— nya-na-na-nyaaa!
