I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat (2011)

[GabrielAlejo2341]

TWEETY [SINGING]: I am a little tiny bird

My name is Tweety Pie

I live inside my birdcage

A-hanging way up high

I like to swing upon my perch

And sing my little song

But there's a cat that's after me

And won't let me alone

I tawt I taw a puddy tat

A-creepin' up on me

I did, I taw a puddy tat

As plain as he could be

Yow!

[SINGING] I am that great big, bad old cat

Sylvester is my name

I only have one aim in life

And that is very plain

I want to catch that little bird

And eat him right away

But just as I get close to him

This is what he'll say

"I tawt I taw a puddy tat

A-creepin' up on me"

You bet he saw a puddy tat

That puddy tat is me

[SNORES]

[SNORTS THEN MOANS]

[CHUCKLES]

That puddy tat is very bad

He sneaks up from behind

Yow!

I don't think I would like it

if I knew what's on his mind

I have a strong suspicion

That his plans for me aren't good

I am inclined to think that

He would eat me if he could

[SCREAMING]

SYLVESTER: Aha.

[REVVING]

[SCREAMING]

TWEETY: Uh-oh.

[SNORING]

[LOUD THUD]

I'd like to eat that sweetie pie

When he leaves his cage

But I can never catch him it throws me in a rage

You bet I'd eat that little bird

if I could just get near

But every time that I approach

This is all I hear

I tawt I taw a puddy tat

A-creeping on me

I did, I taw a puddy tat

As plain as he could be

And when I sing that little song

My mistress knows he's back

She grabs her broom

And brings it down upon Sylvester's back

How dare you!

So listen, you bad puddy tat

Let's both be friends, you see

My mistress will not chase you

if you sing this song with me

WOMAN: Gotcha!

TWEETY: Come on, now. Like a good cat.

WOMAN: Don't even think about it.

- Oh, all right.

Suffering succotash.

BOTH [SINGING]: I tawt I taw a puddy tat

A-creepin' up on me

I did, I taw a puddy tat

As plain as he could be

Bad ol' puddy tat.