People gathered here tonight

I want you to listen to me

To your left and to you right

You've got some pretty soily company

Reader, writer, farmer, priest

Breed controller, born deceased

Indian, lawyer, doctor, dog

And a plumber with a fattened hog

Soily, soily

The cat in satin trousers said it's oily

Soily, soily

The cat in satin trousers said it's oily

You know he's right

Romans, Italians, country men

I want you to listen to me

I've said it twice and I'll say it again

We've got some pretty soily company

Liar, cheater, jungle chief

Saint, believer on relief

Action painter, Hitler's son

And a commie with a tommy gun

Soily, soily

The cat in satin trousers said it's oily

Soily, soily

The cat in satin trousers said it's oily

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Soily, soily

The cat in satin trousers said it's oily

Soily, soily

The cat in satin trousers said it's oily

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Writer(s): Linda McCartney, Paul James McCartney