Ain’t no floats or baton twirlin' here, honey
Just the jazz on your back
And your swagger out of check
These cats are too cool for pajamas
Just let them ride the hot rod rhythm
Oh who’s got a care on their mind
When we’re waltzin' the cat parade, honey
Just let yourself slide
Into feelin' fine
Like our feline
Drum line
Kicking off with our
Cool cool
Sunshine naps
Are delicious
With alley scraps
There ain’t no deadlines here, honey
You just gotta lean into the jungle strut
The world is your fancy feast
No need to concentrate
Just let your worries evaporate
Cause it is time for the cat parade
Aw yeah Charlie is out here too, the cross-eyed little Casanova
And Murphy, he ain’t one to bring up the rear, he’s too much of a little lion man to let someone else take the lead
And Big Chongus, he’s takin' his sweet velvet time to lumber up to the party but he’s on his way
And Gats? That man is older than time but he can yowl in that bow tie harder than Howlin Wolf, that’s for sure
And oh, lil momma Daisy may not know where she’s goin', but she will always know how to sniff out the soirées with the best bubbly
And last but not least, we got the man with the plan, the hardiest little squeakbox with a foggy eye, Arthur Treachers goin' by
Oh man, look at them go!
So you don’t need shoes in these here streets, honey
You just need to keep up with the beat
Smell what’s cookin'
And keep being good luckin
Cause the days are easy
And the way is breezy
For every tommy, two-toed kid drenched in marmalade
To come and join the cool cat parade
A riveting jam session from Pittsburgh, Pa. folk band Wisbands, who infuse classic Americana with jazz and psychedelic rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2021