Thomas O'Malley Cat

I like the cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni like they make at home
 Or a healthy fish with the big backbone
 I'm Abraham DeLacey
 Giuseppe Casey
 Thomas O'Malley
 O'Malley the alley cat
 I've got that wanderlust
 Gotta walk the scene
 Gotta kick up highway dust
 Feel the grass that's green
 Gotta strut them city streets
 Showin' off my éclat, yeah
 Tellin' my friends of the social elite
 Or some cute cat I happen to meet that I'm
 Abraham DeLacey, Giuseppe Casey, Thomas O'Malley
 O'Malley the alley cat
 I'm king of the highway
 Prince of the boulevard
 Duke of the avant-garde
 The world is my backyard
 So if you're goin' my way
 That's the road you wanna seek
 Calcutta to Rome or home sweet home in Paris
 Magnifique, you all
 I only got myself
 And this big old world
 But I sip that cup of life
 With my fingers curled
 I don't worry what road to take
 I don't have to think of that
 Whatever I take is the road I make
 It's the road of life make no mistake, for me
 Yeah, Abraham DeLacey, Giuseppe Casey, Thomas O'Malley
 O'Malley the alley cat
 That's right, and I'm very proud of that, yeah