Lyrics
He skims the roofs, this rabelaisian puff of smoke, grand old gals at evening mass
He oozes down the heating duct, bringing joy to old manhattan
cool and sweet and slightly rough
He s all the talk in shops and schoolyards, like christmas without the chintzy stuff
players playin in da bronx
From tomkins square to upper broadway, high above manhattan town, blessed yankees have an ally
what floats and has a shape like that
Gliding like a big blue cloud, stops a minute for a latte
And bells begin to ring, he s all the talk in shops and schoolyards
it s kind of like an arctic mindbath
Like christmas without the chintzy stuff, fans like us who watch the skies Cat, and teenage models
High above manhattan town, and bells begin to ring
So rich is his charisma, like christmas without the chintzy stuff
sultan place the automat
cool and sweet and slightly rough
blessed yankees have an ally
when this feline comes to bat
He briefly digs your wiggy pad, liquid light on new york city
So rich is his charisma, cool and sweet and slightly rough
He oozes down the heating duct, what floats and has a shape like that, when this feline comes to bat
Chinese cashiers can feel it now, ooh morph the cat, this rabelaisian puff of smoke
from tomkins square to upper broadway
We know it s morph the cat, liquid light on new york city
all watch the skies for morph the cat
sultan place the automat
Gliding like a big blue cloud, stops a minute for a latte, so rich is his charisma
When this feline comes to bat, like you had a mango cooler
liquid light on new york city
liquid light on new york city
When this feline comes to bat, grand old gals at evening mass, he briefly digs your wiggy pad
like christmas without the chintzy stuff
It s kind of like an arctic mindbath, and teenage models Donald, ooh morph the cat
like you heard a good joke
Cool and sweet and slightly rough, liquid light on new york city, sultan place the automat
To make you feel all warm and cozy, high above manhattan town, he s all the talk in shops and schoolyards
so rich is his charisma
From tomkins square to upper broadway, he oozes down the heating duct
sultan place the automat
and teenage models
From tomkins square to upper broadway, he oozes down the heating duct, what floats and has a shape like that
liquid light on new york city
What exactly does he want, swims like seaweed down the hall Fagen, players playin in da bronx
Like you heard a good joke, and teenage models
Liquid light on new york city, you can almost hear it sing, bringing joy to old manhattan
Like christmas without the chintzy stuff, from tomkins square to upper broadway
liquid light on new york city
Like you had a mango cooler, high above manhattan town