Willy is walkin, down on Austin
Really struttin his stuff
He spies a cat he's never seen before
Lookin kinda ruff
The ugly one screams through the night
Sly look on his face
Says his name is 'Marco'
Says he runs this place
He says I DON'T LIKE YOUR HAIRCUT
I DON'T LIKE YOUR FACE
DON'T YOU COME AROUND HERE
DON'T YOU WALK MY WAY
Oh there's gonna be a
CAT SCRAP CAT SCRAP
Oh there's gonna be a
CAT FIGHT ALL NIGHT
Oh there's gonna be a
CAT SCRAP CAT SCRAP
Time goes by and Willie sits
Upon his old tin throne
The gang's all here but there workin for him
And he never walks alone
One day The Twins and the Calico Kid
Spotted ragged old Sam
Sam had come in peace, you see
Sam, he had a plan
He said I HAVE LEARNED FROM FIGHTING
YOU SEE IT ON MY FACE
LET ME WORK WITH YOU, SON
HELP YOU RUN THIS PLACE
Now it's not always a
CAT SCRAP CAT SCRAP
Now it's not always a
CAT FIGHT ALL NIGHT
Now it's not always a
CAT SCRAP CAT SCRAP
Years roll on and now old Austin
Is in a time of peace
There ain't been a scrap in the empty lot
Since Willy hit the streets
The Blonde Bastard comes strolling in
Lookin for a fight
Says he owns this turf now
Someone dies tonite
He says I DON'T LIKE YOUR HAIRCUT
I DON'T LIKE YOUR FACE
DON'T YOU COME AROUND HERE
DON'T YOU WALK MY WAY
Willy charges, Sam jumps into the fight
Blonde Bastard leans back
Pops old Sam in the eye
Then from every dark hollow
Neighborhood cats come around
Circle old Blondie and run him out of town
Run him out of town
Run him out of town
Run him out of town