Catlong sighs holding Kitty's black tooth
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She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth
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And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley
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Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin
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It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in
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Jack Knife cries 'cause baby's in a bundle
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She goes running nightly, lightly through the jungle
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And them tin cans are explodin' out in the ninety-degree heat
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Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street
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It's sad but it sure is true
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Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs
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OOh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do?
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OOh, what can I do, ooh what can I do?
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Catlong lies back bent on a trash can,
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Flashing lights cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man
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Well you better learn to move fast when you're young or you're not long around
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Cat somehow lost his Kitty down in the city pound
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So get right, get tight, get down
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Well who's that down at the end of the alley?
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She's been gone so long
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Kitty's back in town, here she comes now
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Kitty's back in town
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Kitty's back in town, here she comes now
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Kitty's back in town
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Kitty's back in town, here she comes now
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Kitty's back in town
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Now Cat knows his Kitty's been untrue
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And that she left him for a city dude
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But she's so soft, she's so blue
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When he looks into her eyes
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He just sits back and sighs
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Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do?
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Kitty's Back
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| Bruce Springsteen |
