Morph The Cat Lyrics - Morph The Cat - Fagen Donald

High above Manhattan town 

What floats and has a shape like that 

Fans like us who watch the skies 

We know it's Morph the Cat 

Gliding like a big blue cloud 

From Tomkins Square to Upper Broadway 

Beyond the park to Sugar Hill 

Stops a minute for a latte 

He oozes down the heating duct 

Swims like seaweed down the hall 

He briefly digs your wiggy pad 

And seeps out through the wall 

It's kind of like an arctic mindbath 

Cool and sweet and slightly rough 

Liquid light on New York City 

Like Christmas without the chintzy stuff 

What exactly does he want 

This Rabelaisian puff of smoke 

To make you feel all warm and cozy 

Like you heard a good joke 

Like you heard an Arlen tune 

Or you bought yourself a crazy hat 

Like you had a Mango Cooler 

Ooh - Morph the Cat 

He's all the talk in shops and schoolyards 

Sultan Place - the Automat 

Players playin' in da Bronx 

Respects to Morph the Cat 

It's kind of like an arctic mindbath 

Cool and sweet and slightly rough 

Liquid light on New York City 

Like Christmas without the chintzy stuff 

So rich is his charisma 

You can almost hear it sing 

He skims the rooves 

And bells begin to ring 

Chinese cashiers can feel it now 

Grand old gals at evening mass 

Young racketeers 

And teenage models 

Laughing on the grass 

Blessed Yankees have an ally 

When this feline comes to bat 

Bringing joy to old Manhattan 

All watch the skies for Morph the Cat