In the alley where night holds sway,
A feline prowls, making its way,
Underneath the silver moon,
A jazzy cat, croonin' a tune.

With a flick of a tail, and a wink of an eye,
He struts so smooth, that cool kinda guy,
Whiskers twitch to the rhythm and beat,
Tap-tap-tappin’ with those velvet feet.

He's the cat's meow, the talk of the town,
With his jazzy sway and his fur of brown,
Chasing shadows, making the scene,
A swingin' serenade in the midnight gleam.

Old alley rats, they can't compete,
With that purring bassline, so upbeat,
Every note's a playful tease,
Floating on the nocturnal breeze.

He’s a hep cat in a whisker’s disguise,
With moonlit charm that hypnotizes,
Slips through the night with feline grace,
Leaving dreams in his mysterious wake.

Neon lights cast a glow so bright,
While he composes symphonies in flight,
In that midnight jazz club sky,
He’s the solo act and the apple of every eye.