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Quicker Than a Quat — Male Vocal — Wide-Screen Alternative Folk-Rock
Wide-Screen Alternative Folk-Rock
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Quicker Than a Quat
Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. Listen to the recorded versions and follow the lyric below.
Original Doug Heyes lyrics · AI-generated music & vocals
A boastful, catlike Quat races through trees, gardens and barns with seemingly impossible speed. Games, domestic mischief and a rescue of kittens give his claims a playful setting, while his queen and family cheer him onward. The adventure finally extends its confidence to the listener, inviting everyone to find a place in the fun.
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Lyrics
Quicker Than a Quat
Words by Douglas Heyes Jr
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QUICKER THAN A QUAT Are you quicker than a Quat? You gotta show me what you got Cuz I know you got a lot If you're Quicker than a Quat Do you like to run around a lot? Chase Mice down in the parkin’ lot The whole world's in spin, and it's never gonna stop Waitin’ for the Farmer to bring in his new crop Do you like to hide under everything Pretend that you’re the Quat King? I got a Diamond-studded collar and a pretty kitty Queen I've been rulin’ down in here since I was Quat 17 Are you quicker than a Quat? I think your maybe not I ain't laying’ ‘round the digs getting’ fatter than a pig I'll scat over the fence quick as jiggity jig I can pad through the garden without breakin’ a twig Are you quicker than a Quat, I know you think you are When I'm huntin’ after Midnight, I'm faster than a Shootin’ Star Maybe you are more than you ever thought you were I'm curled up in a beat-up car, fluffin’ up my fur The neighbors got a big red barn, you can find me over there All tied up in yellow yarn on a big old wicker chair I'm ready to chase you down, even if you think you dare If I come and face you down, you'd better just beware Can you be quiet as a Quat? Can you land right on the dot? I'm down in the branches and the brambles and the stickers I can even yodel when I'm hangin’ with the Pickers Grandma’s wearin’ board shorts but she still calls ‘em knickers You won't even hear me, you won't ever see me comin’ Unless I'm out a-bummin’, or I'm lookin’ for some lovin’ I can always smell it when there's something in the oven Are you quicker than a Quat? Are you gettin’ a little fat? I'm quicker than a Quat, and I'm hidin’ in a sack Hanging from a hook inside the railroad shack I got no fleas, but I'm still scratchin’ my back My Quat Gold Records are flyin’ off the rack There's a bunch of Little kitties behind a bakery rack I pick ‘em up and take ‘em to the railroad shack We can hear old Number 9 come rolling down the track Don't worry, everybody, she'll be comin’ right back Are you quicker than a Quat? My money's on you The whole fam is layin’ odds on everything you do Just Like Old Mother Hubbard's kids, all livin’ in a shoe All the dogs are rompin’ in the Blue Bayou Are you Quicker than a Quat? I really think you are Please don't interrupt me when I'm drivin’ my car We're gonna to play a little game, we call it tit-for-tat You're already a Winner, cuz you're quicker than a Quat! *********
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