I am leaving on a jet plane,
Don’t know when I’ll be back again…
Come fly with me, we’ll fly, we’ll fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There’s a bar in far Bombay
Come on fly with me, we’ll fly, we’ll fly away
Fly my ravens, fly ahead
Over the mountains over my head
Let the wind carry you up high
Fly my ravens, it’s time to fly
And for me maybe to die
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Oh, Superfly
You’re gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don’t ask no questions why
The only game you know is Do or Die
Superman or Green Lantern ain’t got a-nothin’ on me
I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yeah
If you’re looking for love
In a looking glass world
It’s pretty hard to find
Oh mother of pearl
I wouldn’t trade you for another girl
I was lookin’ for love in all the wrong places
Lookin’ for love in too many faces
Searchin’ their eyes and lookin’ for traces
Of what I’m dreamin’ of
Look at me,
I’m as helpless as kitten up a tree…
What’s new pussycat whoa oh oh
Pussycat, pussycat, you’re so thrilling
And I’m so willing to care for you
So go and make up your big little pussycat eyes
Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do
Singin’ the blues while the lady cats cry
“Wild stray cat, you’re a real gone guy”
I wish I could be as carefree and wild
But I got cat class and I got cat style…
The naming of cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games,
You may think I’m mad as a hatter,
When I tell you a cat must have 3 different names…
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don’t bother asking for explanations
She’ll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
Oh yeah, you’re a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don’tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you’re a strange stray cat
Bet your mama don’t know you scream like that
I bet your mother don’t know you can spit like that.
Well, there’s sixteen thousand eight hundred ‘n’ twenty one
Mothers from Nashville
All their friends play music, and they ain’t uptight
If one of the kids will
Because it’s custom made for any mothers son
To be a guitar picker in Nashville
And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about
The music and the mothers from Nashville
Nashville cats, play clean as country water
Well pick guitar,
Fill a fruit jar,
And be gay-o
Well have a big time on the bayou…
Down in the bayou where the alligators roam
Live some people, you leave them alone
Getting lost may be your last mistake
Unfriendly strangers, unkindly they take
Living off the fat of the land
They hold their justice in the palm of their hand
Lay down your gun and surrender quiet
Or there’s gonna be a Cajun riot
I can see you’ve got the blues
In your alligator shoes
Me, I’m all smiles
I got my crocodiles
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He’d just knock them in the head with a stump
The Louisiana law gonna get you, Amos
It ain’t legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home