No need for rejoices I'm watching my waistline I'm a chap for the sauces On plain streets On boxes outside cars In shelf streets No need for the yelling No need for the half cut and screech On plain streets On boxes outside cars Shelf sweeps Watch them climb up the window Watch them slip into night Watch them get in your week though With a feeling you can't fight Cat Burglar! Cat Burglar! Cat Burglar! I know that you're watching 'Cause I can feel my heart pumping I know nothing is shocking and nothing's for real I know that you're watching 'Cause I can feel my heart pumping I know nothing is shocking and nothing's for real No need for rejoices I'm watching my belly I'm a cunt for the sauces On plain streets On boxes outside cars In Shelf streets No seed in the telly It's like batch slice I don't like On plain streets On boxes outside cars In Shelf streets Watch them climb up the window Watch them slip into night Watch them get in your week though With a feeling you can't fight Cat Burglar! Cat Burglar! Cat Burglar! I know that you're watching 'Cause I can feel my heart pumping I know nothing is shocking and nothing's for real I know that you're watching 'Cause I can feel my heart pumping I know nothing is shocking and nothing's for real Watch them climb up the window Watch them slip into night Watch them get in your week though With a feeling you can't fight Cat Burglar! Cat Burglar! Cat Burglar! I know that you're watching 'Cause I can feel my heart pumping I know nothing is shocking and nothing's for real I know that you're watching 'Cause I can feel my heart pumping I know nothing is shocking and nothing's for real Stop Repeat Stop Repeat Stop Repeat Stop Repeat Stop Repeat Stop Repeat Stop Repeat Stop Repeat