if you ain't got no money
take miss toonces cat home

glory, glory, hallelujah!
toonces marches on

i know you want a piece of that
but i'm miss toonces cat

she'd trade her soul for a wish,
pennies and dimes for a kiss
toonces can't be looking for this
she has no sense of object permanence

You may say that by and large it is Skimble who's in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express.
From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards
He will supervise them all, more or less.
Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces
Of the travellers in the First and in the Third;
He establishes control by a regular patrol
And he'd know at once if anything occurred.
He will watch you without winking and he sees what you are thinking
And it's certain that he doesn't approve
Of hilarity and riot, so the folk are very quiet
When Skimble is about and on them ove.
You can play no pranks with Skimbleshanks!
He's a Cat that cannot be ignored;
So nothing goes wrong on the Northern Mail
When Skimbleshanks is aboard.

so call miss toonces

i threw a wish in the well
don't ask me i'll never tell
i'm miss toonces the cat
please don't pick me up

before you came into my life
i was miss toonces
i'm still miss toonces
and you should know that