I Taut I Taw A Puddy Tat(Remastered) - Mel Blanc

作曲：Billy May/Warren Foster/Alan Livingston

I am a little tiny bird

My name is tweety pie

I live inside my bird cage

A hanging way up high

I like to swing upon my perch

And sing my little song

But there's a cat that's after me

And won't let me alone

I taut I taw a puddy

Tat a creeping up on me

I did I taw a puddy

Cat as plain as he could be

I am that great big bad

Old cat sylvester is my name

I only have one aim in life

And that is very plain

I want to catch that little bird

And eat him right away

But just as I get close to him

This is what he'll say

I taut I taw a puddy tat

A creeping up on me

You bet he taw a puddy tat

That puddy tat is me

That puddy tat is very bad

He sneaks up from behind

I don't think I would like it

If I knew what's on his mind

I have a strong suspicion

That his plans for me aren't good

I am inclined to think

That he would eat me if he could

I'd like to eat that sweetie pie

When he leaves his cage

But I can never catch him

It throws me in a rage

You bet I'd eat that little bird

If I could just get near

But every time

That I approach this is all I hear

I taut I taw a puddy tat

A creeping up on me

I did I taw a puddy tat

As plain as he could be

And when I sing that little song

My mistress knows he's back

She grabs her broom

And brings it down upon sylvester's back

So listen you bad puddy tat

Let's both be friends you see

My mistress will not chase you

If you sing this song with me

Come on now like a good cat

Oh all right suffering succotash

I taut I taw a puddy cat

A creeping up on me

I did I taw a puddy cat

As plain as he could be