Kitchen Chase

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, chef, hold the soufflé—something’s moving by the tray! [Verse 1] Two cats slipped in through the kitchen door, One wore a napkin like a cape on the floor. Mouse had a crumb and a reservation, Tiny little guest with a bold occupation. He zigged past the ketchup, zagged by the fries, Cat one yelled, “Stand still!”—mouse said, “Nice try!” Waiter dropped a spoon, chef dropped his pride, The busboy joined the chase with a mop as a ride. [Chorus] Run, little mouse, through the tables and chairs, Cats in the kitchen got dramatic affairs. Duck by the dumplings, slide past the plate, Nine lives chasing one—what a terrible rate! Run, little mouse, hear the whole room shout, “Please save the cheesecake!” as they tumble about. From the soup to the booth, it’s a fur-covered race, Dinner gets cold but the chase got taste! [Verse 2] Cat in the pantry yelled, “I got the route!” Mouse popped from a basket and took the scenic route. He bounced off a menu, spun under a stool, Cat hit the mustard—now he’s nobody’s fool. The maître d’ whispered, “Please keep it refined,” Then slipped on a pickle and abandoned his mind. One cat chased left, one cat chased right, Mouse stole a breadstick and vanished from sight. [Chorus] Run, little mouse, through the tables and chairs, Cats in the kitchen got dramatic affairs. Duck by the dumplings, slide past the plate, Nine lives chasing one—what a terrible rate! Run, little mouse, hear the whole room shout, “Please save the cheesecake!” as they tumble about. From the soup to the booth, it’s a fur-covered race, Dinner gets cold but the chase got taste! [Bridge] Freeze! The mouse climbed up the dessert display, Cats formed a ladder in a very bad way. The tiramisu wobbled, the whipped cream flew, A grandma yelled, “That’s what a tip is for, too!” Mouse found a crack by the old back wall, Cats struck a pose like they planned it all. Chef rang a bell: “Last call, everybody!” Mouse took one bow and escaped with the biscotti. [Final Chorus] Run, little mouse, through the tables and chairs, Cats in the kitchen got dramatic affairs. Duck by the dumplings, slide past the plate, Nine lives chasing one—what a terrible rate! Run, little mouse, now the check’s on the floor, Cats got no mouse but they’re asking for more. From the soup to the booth, it’s a fur-covered race, Dinner gets cold but the chase got taste! [Outro] The mouse got away with a crumb in his hand, The cats took a nap where the bread baskets stand. Chef wrote on the menu, beneath “daily special”: “No mice tonight—unless they’re paying the rental.”