It's Sunday morning, the club is on   That great cat's still yawning   Because Saturday is gone      And I still feel the feeling   Of how you felt upon me   And it may be no big deal to you   But it's a very big deal to me      You were down and dirty   And he was tall and twenty nine   And I'm only disconcerted   Because you said you knew I wouldn't mind      But I still feel the feeling   Of how you telephone me   And it may be no big deal to you   But it's a very big deal to me      But you can't make a cool cat crazy   Like you can't make a gray cat brown   And you can't keep a wild cat   When she knows the wildest cat's in town      So it's Sunday morning   Yeah and I guess I had a coffee   Ooh 'cause I start recalling   A time I went astray      And I still feel the feeling   Of her last words of warning   She said, ?Man, it may be no big deal to you   But it's a very big deal to me?      She said, ?Man, it may be no big deal to you   But it's a very big deal to me?