It's Sunday morning, the club is on
That great cat's still yawning
Because Saturday is gone.


And I still feel the feeling
Of how you felt upon me

And it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me.


You were down and dirty
And he was tall and twenty nine
And I'm only disconcerted

Because you said you knew I wouldn't mind.

But I still feel the feeling

Of how you telephone me
And it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me.


But you can't make a cool cat crazy
Like you can't make a gray cat brown

And you can't keep a wild cat
When she knows the wildest cat's in town.


So it's Sunday morning
Yeah and I guess I had a coffee
Ooh 'cause I start recalling

A time I went astray.

And I still feel the feeling

Of her last words of warning
She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me."


She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me..."