Where the bayous wind
And them
gators swim
Sometime
late last night
When the
moon was dim
Someone left this life
Much
against his will
And while
Gyp the Cat was alibi-in'
You know
his clothes were dryin'.
Down on Bourbon Street
Where
them tourists roam
Some big
financier
Travelin' far from home
Lost his fancy watch
And his wallet, too
And while
to his story Gyp was stickin'
His brand
new watch kept tickin'.
There's a blown-out safe
In the city hall
Standin'
open wide
Up
against the wall
And though
Gyp the Cat … huh
Has got
a-lotta dough
Is the
money his or part of plunder …
Gyp says,
“Go and wonder.”
There's a fishin’ fleet
Anchored in the bay
Everybody
knows
Shrimps and oysters pay
But, when
Gyp the Cat
Was
refused his share
Somehow
nets got cut and the take was way off
‘til Gyp
got his payoff.
Ahhhhh … the legend goes …
That they buried him
Oh …
nobody knows
That he
had a twin
And at the
services
Everybody cried
'ceptin'
one peculiar, smilin' mourner
Pickin'
pockets in the corner
While
they set his brother in the ground …
Get the
feelin’ Gyp is still around … …
Lyrics provided by
Sandy Sherman
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