(Darin/Wolfe)
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Where those bayou's wind
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And them gators swim
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Sometime late last night
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When the moon was dim
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Someone left this life
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Much against his will
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And while Gyp the Cat was alibi-in'
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You know his clothes were dryin'
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Down on Bourbon Street
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Where the tourists roam
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Some big financier
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Travelin' far from home
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Lost his fancy watch
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And his wallet too
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But while to his story
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Gyp was stickin'
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His new watch kept tickin'
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There's a blown out safe
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Down in City Hall
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Standin' open wide
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Up against the wall
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And though Gyp the Cat
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Has got a lot of dough
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Is the money his?
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Or plot or blunder?
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Gyp says "go and wonder"
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There's a fishing fleet
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Anchored in the bay
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Everybody knows
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Shrimps and oysters pay
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But when Gyp the Cat
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Was refused his share
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Somehow nets got cut
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And the take was way off
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Til Gyp got his payoff
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The legend goes
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That they buried him
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But nobody knows
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That he had a twin
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And at the services
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Everybody cried
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'septin' one peculiar smilin' mourner
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Pickin' pockets off in a corner
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While they set his brother in the ground
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Get the feeling Gyp is still around
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Gyp The Cat
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| Bobby Darin |
