Vocal: Phil Harris
Words and Music by Terry Gilkyson
I like a cheech-a-cheech-
chee-roni
Like they make at home or
A healthy fish
with the big backbone
I'm Abraham deLacy
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 Eclat, yeah
Tellin' my friends
of the social elite
Or some cute cat
I happen to meet
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'MAlley
O'Malley, the alley cat!
I'm king of the highway
Prince of the boulevard
Duke of avant arde
The world is my back yard
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
When 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 deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'MAlley
O'Malley, the alley cat!
That's right
And I'm very proud of that
Yeah!
Words and Music composed by Richard M. Sherman
and Robert B. Sherman
Performed by Robie Lester
Through all our days
In tender ways
Her love for us was shown
And so, you see
We can't leave her alone
She's always said
that we're the greatest
Treasure she could own
Because with us
she never felt alone
Her troubles would disappear
Long as she could have us near
Darling, can't you see
We're her only family!
Her days were filled
with happy hours
Although her youth had flown
And that is why
she never felt alone