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
   'Cos 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 Wandsworth
   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 wanna 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 ev'rybody 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