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Fat, fat cat in a bowler hat. Strutting down the alley like a diplomat. Tail swish-swash like a pendulum clock. Owns the whole block, no need to talk. Fat, fat cat, where you at? Stealing hearts and the fish off the rack. Fat, fat cat, cool like that. Swagger so smooth, click-clack. Trash can throne, moonlight glow. Every rooftop feels like home. Nine lives spent chasing stars. King of the night, the boulevard. Whiskers twitch, eyes so sly. Fat, fat cat, too cool to try. Fat, fat cat, where you at? Stealing hearts and the fish off the rack. Fat, fat cat, cool like that. Swagger so smooth, click-clack. Streetlights hum, shadows crawl. Fat cat rules, he owns it all. Paws like thunder, royal stride. This alley's his kingdom, nowhere to hide.