Well there's a tale they tell round midnight's chime
Of a creature smooth yet lost in time
Down on the corner where the lights grow dim,
Sits a stone cat sleek and slim
They say he once had nine lives to spare
But now he's frozen with that devil-may-care stare
The saxophone plays and the trumpets shout
But the Stone Cat baby he don't move about
Oh, the Stone Cat's cool never out of style
He's been sitting there watching for a while
No one knows where he's been or where he's at
But all the jazz cats say Man, that's the Stone Cat
The dancers spin and the floor's alive
But the Stone Cat just lets the rhythm thrive
His eyes gleam sharp but his body stays still
Like a king of the night on that windowsill
Every trumpet blare every beat in the air
The Stone Cat just gives that knowing glare
Oh, the Stone Cat's cool never out of style
He's been sitting there watching for a while
No one knows where he's been or where he's at
But all the jazz cats say Man that's the Stone Cat
The sax takes a solo the room's in a spin
But the Stone Cat stays quiet with a sly little grin
So if you're ever down where the jazz notes fly
Look for the Stone Cat with that mysterious eye
He won't move a muscle won't tip his hat
But you'll know you've found the legend the Stone Cat
