Lyrics:
I like a cheech-a-cheech-chee-roniLike they make at homeOr a healthy fish with the big backboneI'm Abraham deLacyGiuseppe CaseyThomas O'MalleyO'Malley, the alley catI've got that wanderlustGotta walk the sceneGotta kick up highway dustFeel the grass that's greenGotta strut them city streetsShowin' off my eclat, yeahTellin' my friends of the social eliteOr some cute cat I happen to meetI'm Abraham deLacyGiuseppe CaseyThomas O'MalleyO'Malley, the alley catI'm king of the highwayPrince of the boulevardDuke of avant gardeThe world is my backyardSo if you're goin' my wayThat's the road you wanna seekCalcutta to RomeOr home-sweet-home in ParisMagnifique, you allI only got myselfAnd this big old worldWhen I sip that cup of lifeWith my fingers curledI don't worry what road to takeI don't have to think of thatWhatever I take is the road I makeIt's the road of life, make no mistake for meYeah, Abraham deLacyGiuseppe CaseyThomas O'MalleyO'Malley, the alley catThat's rightAnd I'm very proud of thatYeah