Quicker Than a Quat
Words by Douglas Heyes Jr.

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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