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Being a JazzCat (and a mighty nifty one at that!), I do love jazz music most of all. But, I’m also a Canadian cat and I have an appreciation for Canadian roots music, too.

One night, a few of the other hep cats in the neighborhood and I made our way to a jam session on the street, performing for anyone who would listen. Turns out there’s a record of the events that’s based on a Canadian folk song that you’ve probably heard if you’ve ever spent more than five minutes in a pub!

Here it is, cool cats! The video of the actual song this story’s based on is at the bottom so you can sing along!

JazzCat’s Privateers

(Sung to Barrett’s Privateers, by Stan Rogers)

O, the year was 1778
(How I wish I was outside right meow!)
A little idea had come to Jay
And the Spartacat anxious to wail and play!

God pet us all!
I was told we’d cruise the streets
For some other hep cats
We’d prance and run.
Shed no fur!
Now I’m the coolest cat that did ever roam here
The last of JazzCat’s Privateers!

O, Frankie & PJ cried the town
(How I wish I was outside right meow!)
For twenty hep cats, all swingin’ and grand
Would make for Jay the coolest kitty cat band!

(chorus)

O, the Litter Box sure was a sickening sight
(How I wish I was outside right meow!)
It had a missing wool sock and and a moldy fig
But we had no time to clean it for we had our gig!

(chorus)

So, on Jay’s birthday we put to street
(How I wish I was outside right meow!)
We were ninety-one steps to Slater and Bay
Struttin’ like Jazz Cats all the way!

(chorus)

And we made it to Bay, our tails a’ sway
(How I wish I was outside right meow!)
When an ugly, big tomcat hove in sight
With our sharpened cat claws, we made to fight!

(chorus)

The tomcat lay low down on the ground
(How I wish I was outside right meow!)
He was old and fat and loose in fur
But so pathetic and harmless, he made us purr!

(chorus)

And at length we stood three meters away
(How I wish I was outside right meow!)
Turns out the tomcat called the show
Then he pulled out his trumped and he did blow!

(chorus)

Spartacat shook and shimmied all night
(How I wish I was outside right meow!)
Solos were matched by a crowd so high
And we all carried on, it was Jazz Cat pride!

(chorus)

So, here I lay on my human’s warm lap
(How I wish I was outside right meow!)
It’s all nine lives we’d jammed away
And I just made Sandy Hill yesterday!

(chorus)

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