I am a little tiny bird, my name is Tweety Pie
I live inside my birdcage 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 tawt I taw a puddy tat a creeping up on me
I did I taw a puddy tat 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 every time that I get close to him this is what he'll say
I tawt I taw a puddy tat a creeping up on me
You bet he saw a puddy tat that puddy tat was 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 Tweety Pie when he leaves his cage
But I cannot get close to him it throws me in a rage

You bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get near
But everytime that I approach this is all I hear
I tawt 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 a 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 for me
Come on now like a good cat

Oh alright...sufferin' sucotash!
I tawt i taw a puddy tat a creeping up on me
I did I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be