Stop, every living cat
Look right from where you're at
Listen a lot, has got to be said
Every slip-hip cat has got to be read
When you walk down the streets
With your chick on your arm
With the cats in the block
Lamping her charm
May sound indiscreet
To show alarm
Boy, that's the stuff you've got to watch
If she stands at a bar
With your chick for a meal
And the guys with a car
Say, take a trip
Before you get far
If he gets flipped
Boy, that's the stuff you've got to watch
If she, sharp guy, passes by
That's the goose you've got to turn loose
If a sharp guy gives the eye
That's the goose you've got to give the loose
When you're buying the wines
Your friends will all stay
But check, pay, and time
They all walk away
Look for me another day
That's the stuff you've got to watch
When you go to a dance
Ask the chick if she'll swing
Before you start to dance
Don't say a thing
She may by chance
Wear a wedding ring
Boy, that's the stuff you've got to watch
And just maybe her guy
Is seven feet tall
And she's got a good time
She may tell you
Her guy ain't in the hall
But right in your eye
His fist must fall
Boy, that's the stuff you've got to watch
If she thrills you
Fit to kill you
That's the mercy you've got to hurt
Let no lip slip
Get your head whipped
That's the trash
You've got to get out
If she says, take me home
Take me home
That's the end of the dance
If she says she's alone
You're taking a chance
Before you start to roam
Call an ambulance
Boy, that's the stuff you've got to watch