The Indians send signals    From the rocks above the pass    The cowboys take positions    In the bushes and the grass    The squaw is with the Corporal    She is tied against the tree    She doesn't mind the language    It's the beating she don't need    She lets loose all the horses    When the Corporal is asleep    And he wakes to find the fire's dead    And arrows in his hats    And Davy Crockett rides around    And says it's cool for cats    The Sweeney's doing ninety    Cause they've got the word to go    They get a gang of villains    In a shed up at Heathrow    They're counting out the fivers    When the handcuffs lock again    In and out of Wands worth    With the numbers on their names    It's funny how their missus'    Always look the bleeding same    And meanwhile at the station    There's a couple of likely lads    Who swear like how's your father    And they're very cool for cats    They're cool for cats       To change the mood a little    I've been posing down the pub    On seeing my reflection    I'm looking slightly rough    I fancy this, I fancy that    I want to be so flash    I give a little muscle    And I spend a little cash    But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash    And by the time I'm sober    I've forgotten what I've had    And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat    Cool for cats       Shake up at the disco    And I think I've got a pull    I ask her lots of questions    And she hangs on to the wall    I kiss her for the first time    And then I take her home    I'm invited in for coffee    And I give the dog a bone    She likes to go to discos    But she's never on her own    I said I'll see you later    And I give her some old chat    But it's not like that on the TV    When it's cool for cats    It's cool for cats