Should have looked a little harder... Was very big in London in 1923, so they say...


VERSE 1: There's a funny little cat
With a tummy nice and fat.
He's won picture fame . . .
Felix is his name.
Has a funny little walk Whiskers on his chin;
And, no matter where he goes Or what occurs to him . . .

CHORUS 1A: Felix keeps on walking, keeps on walking still.
With his hands behind him,
You will always find him.
Blew him up with dynamite, but him they couldn't kill.
Miles up in the air he flew,
He just murmured "Toodle-oo!"
Landed down in Timbuctoo,
And kept on walking still.

CHORUS 1B: Felix kept on walking, kept on walking still.
One day he was collar'd
By a whale, and swallowed.
In the tummy of that whale he found himself, but still,
All the same he never frown'd,
He just smiled and then look'd round,
Thought it was the "Underground"
And kept on walking still.

VERSE 2: Way out on a desert isle,
Felix met a crocodile.
It just gave a cough,
Blew his whiskers off.
Then he walk'd for miles and miles Till his feet were raw,
Thought he'd have a rest, but then a lion there he saw!

CHORUS 2A: Felix kept on walking, kept on walking still.
Cannibals then caught him,
Tasty bit they thought him.
Skinned him like a rabbit, he was so "cut up" until
A native's scalp he noticed there,
Stuck it on where he felt bare,
Raised his hat and said "There's hair"
And kept on walking still.

CHORUS 2B: Felix kept on walking, kept on walking still.
By a train at Dover,
Had his tail run over,
On the rail he left his tail, it gave the folks a thrill,
Still for that, he didn't care.
Though he had no rudder there,
Wagged his "nothing" in the air,
And kept on walking still.

VERSE 3: He's so full of funny tricks,
Fed some sawdust to the chicks,
Now instead of eggs . . .
They lay table legs.
On poor Auntie's powder puff "Hair restorer" placed,
Then when he saw Auntie put that Tatcho on her face . . .

CHORUS 3A: Felix kept on walking, kept on walking still.
Now poor Auntie Eva
Has a full grown "beaver"
On the tiles he went last night, those tabby cats to thrill,
Met a Frenchy cat named Lou,
She said "Do you parley vous?"
He said, "Yes, but not with you,"
And kept on walking still.

CHORUS 3B: Felix kept on walking, kept on walking still.
Someone tried to drown him,
with a brick tied round him.
Shoved him in the rain-tub there, but him they couldn't kill,
Started lapping with his tongue
Till that water all was done
Then he crept out through the "bung"
And kept on walking still.

FINISHING TAG: Kept on walking, kept on walking,
Kept on walking still. Mee-ow!

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Title: Felix Kept on Walking
Words were by Ed. E. Bryant, music by Hubert W. David