Cats Soundtrack Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town Lyrics

Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town Lyrics

JENNYANYDOTS:

 Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones

 

 JELLYLORUM:

 In fact, he's remarkably fat

 He doesn't haunt pubs

 

 JENNYANYDOTS:

 He has eight or nine clubs

 

 BOTH:

 For he's the St. James Street cat!

 

 JENNYANYDOTS:

 He's the cat we all greet as he walks down the street

 In his coat of fastidious black

 

 JELLYLORUM:

 No common-place mousers have such well-cut trousers

 Or such an impeccable back

 

 JENNYANYDOTS:

 In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is

 The name of this Brummell of cats

 

 BOTH:

 And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to

 By Bustopher Jones in white spats

 

 MALE CHORUS:

 In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is

 The name of this Brummell of cats

 And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to

 By Bustopher Jones in white spats

 

 BUSTOPHER:

 My visits are occasional to the senior educational

 And it is against the rules

 For any one cat to belong both to that

 And the Joint Superior Schools

 

 For a similar reason, when game is in season

 I'm found, not at Fox's, but Blimp's

 I am frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen

 Which is famous for winkles and shrimps

 

 In the season of venison I give my Benison

 To the Pothunter's succulent bones

 And just before noon's not a moment too soon

 To drop in for a drink at the Drones

 

 When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry

 At the Siamese or at the Glutton

 If I look full of gloom then

 I've lunched at the Tomb

 On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton

 

 FULL CHORUS:

 In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is

 The name of this Brummell of cats

 And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to

 By Bustopher Jones in white,

 Bustopher Jones in white, 

 Bustopher Jones in white spats

 

 JENNYANYDOTS:

 So much in this way passes Bustopher's day

 At one club or another he's found

 It can be no surprise that under our eyes

 He has grown unmistakably round

 He's a twenty-five pounder 

 

 BUSTOPHER:

 Or I am a bounder

 

 JENNYANYDOTS:

 And he's putting on weight every day

 

 BUSTOPHER:

 But I'm so well preserved because I've observed

 All my life a routine and I'd say

 I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time

 

 JENNYANYDOTS:

 That's the word from this stoutest of cats

 

 CHORUS:

 It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall

 While Bustopher Jones wears white,

 Bustopher Jones wears white,

 Bustopher Jones wears white spats