Velvet Heist

“Velvet Heist”, a Hello Doggo recording.

Tempo: 112 BPM

Song, lyrics, recording and artwork: CC0 1.0.

Velvet Heist — release page

Whiskers at the windowsill at quarter past the witching
The tabby's got the blueprint tucked beneath his stitching
Says the cardinal's been sleeping in the gallery upstairs
While the Siamese is counting all the exits and the snares

Snap your paws once if the coast is crystalline
Twice if the canary starts to sing

We're speaking in the language of the alley and the smoke
Every tail-flick is a signal, every purr becomes a code
The milk's about to sour when the clock strikes half-past nine
Better land upon your feet when you're dancing on the line

The Persian's at the safe now, got his ear against the tumbler
While the calico's performing as the designated stumbler
She'll knock the vase, she'll cause a scene, theatrical distraction
The humans never see beyond their own domestic factions

Lick your whiskers if the treasure's in your sight
Arch your back if someone's turned on the light

We're speaking in the language of the alley and the smoke
Every tail-flick is a signal, every purr becomes a code
The milk's about to sour when the clock strikes half-past nine
Better land upon your feet when you're dancing on the line

The birds are in the rafters
The dogs are in their dreams
We move like liquid mercury through Victorian-era seams

Nobody suspects the ones who lounge on velvet chairs
We're nine lives ahead of every trap and every stare

The Manx has got the package wrapped in yesterday's gazette
While the tuxedo's cleaning up the evidence we've left
We'll meet back at the rooftop when the moon's behind the tower
Trade our spoils for sardines in the smallest morning hour

We spoke in the language of the alley and the smoke
Every tail-flick was a signal, every purr became a code
The milk has finally soured now the job is done and fine
We always land upon our feet when dancing on the line

Whiskers at the windowsill
Quarter past the witching
The humans never learn