I'm like a chee-chee-chee-chee-rony like they make at home Or a healthy fish with a big backbone I'm Abraham De Lacy Guiseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley the alley cat

I've got that wanderlust Gotta walk the scene Gotta kick up highway dust Feel the grass that's green Gotta strut them city streets Showin' off my eclat, yeah Tellin' my friends of the social elite Or some cute cat I happen to meet That I'm Abraham De Lacy Guiseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley the alley cat

Duchess (spoken): Why, monsieur, your name seems to cover all of Europe O'Malley (spoken): Well of course. I'm the only cat of my kind.

I'm king of the highway Prince of the boulevard Duke of the avant-garde The world is my backyard So if you're goin' my way That's the road you wanna seek Calcutta to Rome or home, sweet home, In Paris, magnifique, you all!

Toulouse (spoken): Oh, boy! An alley cat! Marie (spoken): Shh! Listen.

I only got myself And this big old world But I sip that cup of life With my fingers curled I don't worry what road to take I don't have to think of that Whatever I take is the road I make It's the road of life make no mistake For me, yeah, Abraham De Lacy Guiseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley the alley cat

That's right And I'm very proud of that Yeah!