No Big Deal

It's Sunday morning

The coffee's on

That gray cat's still yawning

Because Saturday is gone

And I still feel the feeling

Of how you felt upon me

And it may be no big deal to you

But it's a very big deal to me

You were down and dirty

He was tall and twenty-nine

And I'm only disconcerted

Because you said you knew I wouldn't mind

I still feel the feeling

Of how you telephoned me

And it may be no big deal to you

But it's a very big deal to me

But you can't make a cool cat crazy

Like you can't make a gray cat brown

And you can't keep a wildcat

When she knows the wildest cats in town

So it's Sunday morning

Yeah, I guess I had it coming

Ooh, 'cause I start recalling

A time I went astray

And I still feel the feeling

Of her last words of warning

She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you

But it's a very big deal to me"

She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you

But it's a very big deal to me"