Where the Blue Scat Cat's At

Down on Main in a tattered old hat

There's a blue scat cat, knows where it’s at

He struts through the alley, cool as a flat

Chews the fat with rats by the welcome mat

Whiskers twitching, always up for a chat

He's got that look, so sly and neat

Tapping blue suede on the midnight street

Where’s that blue scat cat at?

Singing wild under neon bats

He’ll go to bat, never looking back

Rolling dice with luck, and that's a fact

Oh, that blue scat cat knows where it’s at

Rusty pickups rolling past the saloon

He leaps the tailgate, soft-shod in tune

Purring to a metal groove by the spittoon

Tells stories that could fill the moon

Chasing shadows by the light of June

He's got that look, so sly and neat

Tapping blue suede on the midnight street

Where’s that blue scat cat at?

Singing wild under neon bats

He’ll go to bat, never looking back

Rolling dice with luck, and that's a fact

Oh, that blue scat cat knows where it’s at

Nine lives deep, he’s the champion of the flat

Feline soul with a southern twang to spat

Never caged, never caught in any trap

From the barn to the bar, always down for a scrap

Yeah, he’s the king in his blue furred habitat

Where’s that blue scat cat at?

Singing wild under neon bats

He’ll go to bat, never looking back

Rolling dice with luck, and that's a fact

Oh, that blue scat cat knows where it’s atSo if you see him passing, tip your hat

And remember that blue scat cat

Always knows just where it’s at