What Do We Care? (The Alley Cats' Song) (Tom And Jerry: The Movie)

"What Do We Care (The Alley Cats' Song)" is the second of eight songs from Tom and Jerry: The Movie It is performed by a gang of five alley cats, who ambush Tom on their teritory and start to sing about crude life, and also disdain and hate to the whole world, that they have.

English



 * Lyricist: Leslie Bricusse
 * Singers: Raymond McLeod, Mitchel Moore, Scott Wojahn (The Alleycats)

Alleycat 1: This is our terf, pussy! In this mean old alley, cats ain't pretty, pussy, pally cats! And this is our domain, I hope I made that plain. You're dead if you're not outta here, I wanna make that very clear! This is how we are, and this is how we stay! Okay?
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Tom: Okay...

Alleyctas: Okay!

What do we care about nice? What do we care about sweet?

All that we care about's vice

And deceit!

Eatin' the mice!

Cheatin' at dice!

Which is neat!

We got no time for taste! Who's got the time to waste? We got a better plan To be as mean as we can!

What do we care about grace? What do we care about shy?

What do you say to a pie in the face?

Or to a punch, right in the lunch?

Or the eye?

We hate your ugly mug, this putrid place The lousy, stinkin' human race! What we love most Is just disgusting and gross!

We don't care for sweet serenity

We prefer obscenity!

Low-life language Fillin' the air!

So there!

What do we care for polite? What do we care for genteel?

What do you say to a fight?

That's for real!

Really corrupt!

Don't interrupt!

It's a deal!

We wanna fill the with truly crude things Loathsome, lewd things, really rude things! Can't you tell? We hate each other as well!

We shout our dirty words in dirty voices We like dirt-bikes, not Rolls-Royces! Stick it there! Just what the heck do we care? What do we care? What do we care!

Icelandic



 * Lyricist: Ólafur Haukur Símonarson
 * Singers: Björgvin Halldórsson, Þórhallur Sigurðsson, Magnús Ólafsson (Villikettir)

Villiköttur 1: Á þessum ofurskuggalegu slóðum Er ekki von á stofuköttum góðum, hér ráða villikettir ríkjum! Og lifa á ránum, ekki sníkjum, það er best að segja eins og er Þú ert ekki á réttum slóðum hér, við fyrirlitum fína hefðarketti! Og flengjum þá á viðkvæmustu bletti! Er það skilið?
 * -|Lyrics=

Tom: Allt í lagi...

Villikettir: Skilið!

Hvað varðar mig um þinn rétt? Hvað varðar mig um allt slétt? Við lærum okkar eigin lög

Leikin á sög!

Étum svo mús!

Skítum í krús!

Göngum með lús!

Við gefum skít í það allt! Sem ekki er nógu svalt! Það er okkar æra og trú Að vera verri en þú!

Hvað varðar mig um allt gott? Það kallar út á mér glott!

Þú færð einn lúðurinn á, svei mér þá!

Gamla sagan:

einn í magann

annan á kragann!

Við þolum ekki neitt, svona yfirleitt Og ekki heldur mannkynið sem heild! Öll kærleiksmál Minna á ofsodið kál!

Við gefum skít í alla sálarró Við mígum á hreinan snjó!

Við kunnum best: Við böl og gól!

Hvað varðar mig um kurteist hjal? Hvað varðar mig um sáttfúst tal?

Mig langar mest að fá að slást, sjá þig þjást!

Gamla sagan:

einn í magann

annan á kragann!

Við þolum ekki neitt, svona yfirleitt Og ekki heldur mannkynið sem heild! Öll kærleiksmál Minna á ofsodið kál!

Við æpum dónaröddum með dónapöddum Á mótorhjólum við tætum á strætum! Að okkar sið! Við spillum annarra frið! Skitt með það! Skitt með það!

Polish Dubbing 3



 * Lyricist: Andrzej Brzeski
 * Singers: Wojciech Paszkowski, Piotr Gogol, Adam Krylik (Koty)

Kot 1: Ty, elegancik, to jest nasz rewir! Parszywy zaułek nie jest dla takich słodkich kiziów-miziów! To gościu rewir nasz, więc zjeżdżaj póki czas. Bo z buzi ci zrobimy stek, czy pojął to twój tępy łeb? Tam się pija tran, a tu się jest na dnie! Jasne?
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Tom: Jasne...

Koty: Się wie!

Nam nie podchodzi ten blues Co lubi w nogach się kłaść!

Wolimy czesać ten busz

Czyli kraść!

Żaden blues-

-nie mógł już-

-niżej spaść!

Jedna nas łączy myśl: Jak cię wykończyć dziś? I za nic mamy łzy Bo uwielbiamy być źli!

Nas nie obchodzi twój płacz Głupie skamlenie i szloch!

Nauczkę może ci dać-

-ostry kop!

Sójka w bok!

Celny cios!

Prosto w nos!

Bo wszystkie ochy, achy mamy gdzieś Kompanem naszym śmietnik jest! Najsłodszy miód To chamstwo, draństwo i bród!

U nas wdzięk ten ma komu taktu brak Ten kto cznia wytworny smak!

Styl, gust, formy Niech trafi szlag!

Się wie!

Jeśli maniery ma gość Nie spotka u nas go fart!

Pora gościowi dać w kość!

To nie żart!

Nie chce go nikt!

Ląduje w mig!

Gdzieś na out!

W brudnego miasta zewie wściekli tkwimy Sami siebie niecierpimy! Z nami grać To dniem i nocą się paść!

Wolimy ci obrobić pełną kieszeń Niż szpanować Mercedesem! Jest jak jest! Po prostu mamy to gdzieś! Mamy to gdzieś! Mamy was gdzieś!