Cool For Cats

The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree She doesn't mind the language, it's the beating she don't need She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep And he wakes to find the fire's dead and arrows in his hats And Davy Crockett rides around and says it's cool for cats It's cool for cats (cool for cats) The Sweeney's doing ninety 'cause they've got the word to go They get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names It's funny how their missus always look so bleeding same And meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads Who swear like, "How's your father?" and they're very cool for cats They're cool for cats (cool for cats)