(Darin/Wolfe)      Where those bayou's 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-in'   You know his clothes were dryin'         Down on Bourbon Street   Where the tourists roam   Some big financier   Travelin' far from home   Lost his fancy watch   And his wallet too   But while to his story   Gyp was stickin'   His new watch kept tickin'         There's a blown out safe   Down in City Hall   Standin' open wide   Up against the wall   And though Gyp the Cat   Has got a lot of dough   Is the money his?   Or plot or blunder?   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         The legend goes   That they buried him   But nobody knows   That he had a twin   And at the services   Everybody cried   'septin' one peculiar smilin' mourner   Pickin' pockets off in a corner   While they set his brother in the ground   Get the feeling Gyp is still around