He was a cat, she was a canary,
In a razzmatazzy sort of jazzy,
Kinda snazzy little band. 

She’d never flat, singin’ light and airy
He was a musician with ambition
To audition for her hand. 

As he wooed her and he wooed her
Makin’ music on his Tudor
She would sing to the swing of his style. 

He would jump it on the trumpet,
Would she like it, would she lump it?
Would the lady lark give him a smile? 

Matter of fact, this petite canary
Never knew a fella half as mella
Who could sell a melody. 

I’m diggin’ ‘ya jack,
She said you are the very
Pal for takin’ pappy and the chappy for my happy harmony. 

So the cat and this canary
They decided they should marry
Raise a base note, a grace note, or two 

Now they’ve got a combination, full of syncopation
And they’re liking it fine!
Boy are them kids havin’ a time! 

Matter of fact, this petite canary,
Never knew a fella half as mella
Who could sell a melody.

I’m diggin’ ‘ya jack,
She said you are the very
Pal for takin’ pappy and the chappy for my happy harmony. 

So the cat and this canary
They decided they should marry
Raise a base note, a grace note, or two 

Now they got a combination,
Full of syncopation
And they’re liking it fine!
Boy are them kids havin’ a time