Tweety:
I am a little, tiny, bird
my name is Tweety Pie
I live inside my bird cage
a-hanging way up high
I like to swing upon my pirch
and sing my little song
But there's a tat that's after me
and won't let me alone!
I taut I taw a puddy tat
a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as
plain as he could be!

Sylvester:
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 taut I taw a puddy tat
a creepin' up on me
You bet he taw a puddy tat
that puddy tat is me!

Tweety:
That puddy tat is very bad
he sneaks up from behind
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'm inclined to think that he
would eat me if he could!

Sylvester:
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!

Tweety:
I taut I taw a puddy tat
a creepin' up 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!
So listen you bad puddy tat
let's both be friends and see
my mistress will not chase you
if you sing this song with me.

Tweety
Come on now, like a good cat.

Sylvester
Oh, all right. Sufferin' Succotach!
Sylvester and Tweety together
I taut I taw a puddy
tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy
tat as plain as he could be!
I Taut I Taw a Puddy Tat