Edgar sedates the cats by putting an entire bottle of sleeping pills in their milk and then heads out into the countryside to dispose of them. In the morning, Duchess wakes up and hears someone singing and meets Thomas, and this song introduces him. Afterward, he offers to guide her and her kittens to Paris.
Thomas O'Malley I like cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni Like they make at home Or a healthy fish with a big backbone
I'm Abraham DeLacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley the alley cat!
I've got that wanderlust Gotta walk the scene Gotta kick up highway dust Feel the grass that's green
Gotta strut them city streets Showin' off my éclat, yeah Tellin' my friends of the social elite Or some cute cat I happen to meet
That I'm Abraham DeLacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley the alley cat!
Duchess: Why, monsieur, your name seems to cover all of Europe! O'Malley: Well of course. I'm the only cat of my kind.
I'm king of the highway Prince of the boulevard Duke of the avant-garde The world is my backyard
So if you're goin' my way That's the road you wanna seek Calcutta to Rome or Home Sweet Home in Paris... Magnifique, you all!
Toulouse: Oh, boy! An alley cat! Marie: Shh! Listen.
O'Malley I only got myself And this big old world But I sip that cup of life With my fingers curled
I don't worry what road to take I don't have to think of that Whatever I take is the road I make It's the road of life make no mistake, for me
Yeah, Abraham DeLacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley the alley cat