Where the bayous wind and them gators swim
Sometime late last night when the moon was dim
Someone left this life much against his will
And while Gyp the cat was alibi-in'
You know his clothes were dryin'Down on Bourbon street where them tourists roam
Some big financier travelin' far from home
Lost his fancy watch and his wallet too
And while to his story, Gyp was stickin'
His brand new watch kept tickin'There's a blown out safe in the city hall
Standin' open wide, up against the wall
And though Gyp the cat has got a lot of dough
Is the money his or plot or blunder?
Gyp says,"Go and wonder"There's a fishing fleet anchored in the bay
Everybody knows, shrimps and oysters pay
But when Gyp the cat was refused his share
Somehow nets got cut and the take was way off
Till Gyp got his payoff