It's Sunday morning
The coffee's on
That gray cat's still yawning
Because Saturday is gone

And I still feel the feeling
Of how you felt upon me
And it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me

You were down and dirty
He was tall and twenty-nine
And I'm only disconcerted
Because you said you knew I wouldn't mind

I still feel the feeling
Of how you telephoned me
And it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me

But you can't make a cool cat crazy
Like you can't make a gray cat brown
And you can't keep a wildcat
When she knows the wildest cats in town

So it's Sunday morning
Yeah, I guess I had it coming
Ooh, 'cause I start recalling
A time I went astray
And I still feel the feeling
Of her last words of warning
She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me"

She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me"