Gyp The Cat

Bobby Darin

Álbum: Gyp The Cat

Where those bayou's 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 the tourists roam Some big financier Travelin' far from home Lost his fancy watch And his wallet too But while to his story Gyp was stickin' His new watch kept tickin' There's a blown out safe Down in City Hall Standin' open wide Up against the wall And though Gyp the Cat Has got a lot of dough Is the money his? Or plot or blunder? Gyp says "go and wonder" There's a fishing 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 The legend goes That they buried him But nobody knows That he had a twin And at the services Everybody cried 'septin' one peculiar smilin' mourner Pickin' pockets off in a corner While they set his brother in the ground Get the feeling Gyp is still around