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No. 25 - Song - Gen. Knickerbocker and Chorus
| Knickerbocker: | Oh! the cats on our back fence! Oh! don't they show they've got sense? Knotty questions they soon settle Ev'ry one upon his mettle More row! more row! That's the great war cry. More row! more row! How the fur does fly! The moon is at its height, 'Tis just midnight, No cat's in sight, you're sleeping; At once you're bolt upright. It's fire! No, (scat!) a caucus cats are keeping! |
| Chorus: | The moon is at its height, 'Tis just midnight, No cat's in sight, you're sleeping; At once you're bolt upright. It's fire! No, (scat!) a caucus cats are keeping! |
| Knickerbocker: | Heads in white come peering out; All are screaming: Scat! get out! Boots, shoes, boot-jacks, combs and brushes, Through the air each missile rushes. More row! more row! That's the great war cry. More row! more row! How the fur does fly! The moon is at its height, 'Tis past midnight, Cats, scores in sight, no sleeping; You rave, you're frantic quite, You rage at (scat!) the caucus cats are keeping! |
| Chorus: | The moon is at its height, 'Tis past midnight, Cats, scores in sight, no sleeping; You rave, you're frantic quite, You rage at (scat!) the caucus cats are keeping! |
| Knickerbocker: | Oh! the cats on our back fence! Politicians they of sense. Win they with co-operation, With con-catty, ratty-oscination. More row! more row! That's the great war cry. More row! more row! How the fur does fly! The moon is at its height, Long past midnight, Cats, scores in sight, still at it. Head buried in pillow tight, You hope they'll (scat!) vote the straight ticket, drat it. |
| Chorus: | The moon is at its height, Long past midnight, Cats, scores in sight, still at it. Head buried in pillow tight, You hope they'll (scat!) vote the straight ticket, drat it. |
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American Musical Theatre | The Little Tycoon
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