"Some Cats Know" lyrics

The old prospector's nose for gold
The sailor who can read the sky
The gambler's sense of when to fold
The trick to making apple pie
These mysteries one cannot explain
This old black art, so queer and quaint
Like making love, or making rain
Either you got it, or you ain't

Some cats know
You can tell by the touchin'
They don't come in a-huffin' and a-puffin'
And a-grabbin' and a-clutchin'
Some cats know
How to take it nice and slow
But if a cat don't know, a cat don't know

Some cats know
How to stir up the feelin'
They keep foolin' 'round 'til you're half way to the cellin'
Some cats know
How to make the honey flow
But if a cat don't know, a cat don't know

Some cats know just where it's at
They are not like some others
I would druther one like that
If I had my druthers

Some cats know
How to play nice and pretty
Nice and soft and soon you're off to good time city
Some cats know
How to take it nice and slow
But if a cat don't know, a cat don't know
He just don't know