Gyp the Cat - Bobby Darin

Where those bayou’s wind

And them gators swim

Sometime late last night

When the moon was dim

Someone left this life

Much against his will

And while Gyp the Cat was alibi-in'

You know his clothes were dryin'

Down on Bourbon Street

Where the tourists roam

Some big financier

Travelin' far from home

Lost his fancy watch

And his wallet too

But while to his story

Gyp was stickin'

His new watch kept tickin'

There’s a blown out safe

Down in City Hall

Standin' open wide

Up against the wall

And though Gyp the Cat

Has got a lot of dough

Is the money his?

Or plot or blunder?

Gyp says «go and wonder»

There’s a fishing fleet

Anchored in the bay

Everybody knows

Shrimps and oysters pay

But when Gyp the Cat

Was refused his share

Somehow nets got cut

And the take was way off

Til Gyp got his payoff

The legend goes

That they buried him

But nobody knows

That he had a twin

And at the services

Everybody cried

'septin' one peculiar smilin' mourner

Pickin' pockets off in a corner

While they set his brother in the ground

Get the feeling Gyp is still around