Oh, Maggie...

You stole my heart but I love you anyway . . . Actually, what it's really about is this:
Everybody wants to be a cat, because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at. Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat, 'cause everything else is obsolete. Now a square with a horn, can make you wish you weren't born, ever'time he plays; and with a square in the act, he can set music back to the caveman days.

There's just something about a p.t. cruiser that makes you feel like a "swingin' cat."