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Gyp The Cat – Bobby Darin
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
Ah... 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
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