Lyrics:

He goes on the prowl each night like an alley cat, lookin' for some new delight like an alley cat.
She can't trust him wrong or right, there's no doubt of that. He just don't know wrong from right like an alley cat. He meets 'em (Mee-ow) and loves 'em (Mee-ow) and leaves 'em (Mee-ow) that's what Catsanova does. It's no way to treat a pal. She should tell him, Scat! Aren't you sorry for that gal with her alley cat? And that's the sad, sad, tale of a lonesome frail, and her alley cat