Lyrics
I like the cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni like they make at home
Or a healthy fish with the big backbone
I'm Abraham DeLacey
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley the alley cat
I've got that wanderlust
Gotta walk the scene
Gotta kick up highway dust
Feel the grass that's green
Gotta strut them city streets
Showin' off my éclat, yeah
Tellin' my friends of the social elite
Or some cute cat I happen to meet that I'm
Abraham DeLacey, Giuseppe Casey, Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley the alley cat
I'm king of the highway
Prince of the boulevard
Duke of the avant-garde
The world is my backyard
So if you're goin' my way
That's the road you wanna seek
Calcutta to Rome or home sweet home in Paris
Magnifique, you all
I only got myself
And this big old world
But I sip that cup of life
With my fingers curled
I don't worry what road to take
I don't have to think of that
Whatever I take is the road I make
It's the road of life make no mistake, for me
Yeah, Abraham DeLacey, Giuseppe Casey, Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley the alley cat
That's right, and I'm very proud of that, yeah
