I am a little, tiny, bird. My name is Tweety Pie.
I live inside my bird cage a-hanging way up high.
I like to swing upon my pirch and sing my little song,
But there's a tat that's after me and won't let me alone!
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
Sylvester:
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 just as I get close to him, this is what he'll say!
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
You bet he taw a puddy tat, that puddy tat is me!
Tweety:
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'm inclined to think that he would eat me if he could!
Sylvester:
I'd like to eat that sweetie pie when he leaves his cage,
But I can never catch him, It throws me in a rage!
You bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get near.
But every time that I approach, this is all I hear!
Tweety:
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' 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 her broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's back!
So listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends and see
My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song with me.
Tweety (spoken): Come on now, like a good cat.
Sylvester (spoken): Oh, all right. Sufferin' Succotach!
Sylvester and Tweety together, singing:
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!!
I live inside my bird cage a-hanging way up high.
I like to swing upon my pirch and sing my little song,
But there's a tat that's after me and won't let me alone!
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
Sylvester:
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 just as I get close to him, this is what he'll say!
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
You bet he taw a puddy tat, that puddy tat is me!
Tweety:
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'm inclined to think that he would eat me if he could!
Sylvester:
I'd like to eat that sweetie pie when he leaves his cage,
But I can never catch him, It throws me in a rage!
You bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get near.
But every time that I approach, this is all I hear!
Tweety:
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' 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 her broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's back!
So listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends and see
My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song with me.
Tweety (spoken): Come on now, like a good cat.
Sylvester (spoken): Oh, all right. Sufferin' Succotach!
Sylvester and Tweety together, singing:
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!!
