Cool For Cats Lyrics
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
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
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 Wands worth
With the numbers on their names
It's funny how their missus'
Always look the 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
I've been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection
I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that
I want to be so flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober
I've forgotten what I've had
And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats
And I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
And she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
I'm invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But she's never on her own
I said I'll see you later
And I give her some old chat
But it's not like that on the TV
When it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats
Actually there is a consistent theme here. In all four of the little stories, even the last one where the guy gets "lucky," the outcome fails to meet expectations. The corporal is going to be killed by the Indians, the villains get caught, the pub poseur has a black-out and a rash, and the disco guy (same guy as the pub poseur?) gets laid but still seems disappointed - doesn't live up to the guys on TV.
But it's not like that on the TV When it's cool for cats It's cool for cats
Agreeing with Molk. It's four stories with a common message about the difference between perceived cool and hard reality.
Agreeing with Molk. It's four stories with a common message about the difference between perceived cool and hard reality.
Maybe we're getting smarter here in the future...
Maybe we're getting smarter here in the future...
looking back on the earlier comments (2005-2008) and comparing yours!
looking back on the earlier comments (2005-2008) and comparing yours!
Right on cool cat!
Right on cool cat!
Nice interpretation. We have a winner.
Nice interpretation. We have a winner.
A drunken pub-crawler meets a woman in a bar and slips her the sword, and this is a fella who fancies himself something romantic and dashing like a Brando-style tough guy or a western hero, but he's really just a drunken slob.
the lyric in this song isnt about anything in particular just a sream of consciousness. the title was taken from a canadian tv show from the 60,s of the same name.inspired by chris difford watching benny hill.
Give the dog a bone....just like the AC/DC equivelant meaning
Uh Comrade, to "give a dog a bone" is to fuck, it's got nothing to do with the good ol' cockney slang. "Invited in for coffee", no chance of a maybe there.
Well, i would most definately describe this song about getting laid..."Give the dog a bone". Bone=Sex, Dog=Female Cool for Cats...whats another word for cat?...Pussy cool for Pussy, thats what the song is about
The protagonist attempts to emulate heroic figures he sees on the TV, in such iconic 1970s fare as spaghetti westerns and "The Sweeney". This is what he means when he's "posing down the pub", trying to be a cool cat, as everything tells him he should be.
Carrying these images in his head, he begins his night out by getting blind drunk in the pub on disgusting beer and then having sex with a woman even he calls a dog. It is meant to show how he is more like the unfortunates in the stories (the corporal, the criminals who are caught) than the cool cats like Davy Crockett and the likely lads at the station.
With his drunken, misogynistic ways, the protagonist certainly doesn't come off looking too good if you look past the cocksure Cockney patter.
The song is light-hearted and packed with cultural references to 1970s Britain/London which explains its enduring appeal.
My interpretation is that it's a song about a young working class dude who's at home watching the tele (first two verses) and then decides to go out and be like what he sees on the tube (last two verses).
He does end up getting laid like the Likely Lads, but it's with a woman he doesn't care about, and who likely isn't available for a relationship regardless. Their conversation is just as meaningless when he's exiting her apartment as is was at the disco when she was answering to the wall.
Unlike the Likely Lads, he has nothing cool to do or say after their meaningless encounter, and he just kind of mumbles his way out the door.
Just put this little beauty on reminds you of bygone days, when coppers was bent and villains was flash. Pure London this.
With this song "give the dog a bone," means he has sex with her. It makes sense if you read the whole of the lyrics. Squeeze is one of my favorite 80's bands.