Cats Soundtrack The Awful Battle Of The Pekes And The Pollicles Lyrics

The Awful Battle Of The Pekes And The Pollicles Lyrics

including "The Marching Song of the Pollicle Dogs"

 

 MUNKUSTRAP:

 The Pekes and the Pollicles, as everyone knows.

 Are proud and implacable passionate foes

 It is always the same, wherever one goes

 And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say

 That they do not like fighting, yet once in a way,

 They will now and again join in to the fray

 

 And they

 

 CHORUS:

 Bark bark bark bark

 Bark bark BARK BARK!

 

 MUNKUSTRAP:

 Until you can hear them all over the park

 

 Now on the occasion of which I shall speak

 Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week

 (And that's a long tome for a Pol or a Peke)

 The big Police Dog was away from his beat--

 I don't know the reason, but most people think

 He'd slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink--

 And no one at all was about on the street

 When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet

 They did not advance, or exactly retreat,

 But they glared at each other, and scraped their hind feet,

 

 And started to

 

 CHORUS:

 Bark bark bark bark

 Bark bark BARK BARK!

 

 MUNKUSTRAP:

 Until you could hear them all over the park

 

 Now the Peke, although people may say what they please

 Is no British Dog, but a heathen Chinese

 And so all the Pekes, when they heard the uproar

 Some came to the window, some came to the door

 There were surely a dozen, more likely a score

 And together they started to grumble and wheeze

 In their huffery-snuffery heathen Chinese

 But a terrible din is what Pollicles like

 For your Pollicle Dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke,

 And is braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,

 And every dog-jack of them notable fighters;

 And so they stepped out, with their pipers in order,

 Playing When the Blue Bonnets Came Over the Border

 Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof,

 But some from the balcony, some from the roof,

 Joined in to the din

 With a

 

 CHORUS:

 Bark bark bark bark

 Bark bark BARK BARK!

 

 MUNKUSTRAP:

 Until you could hear them all over the park

 

 CHORUS:

 There are dogs out of every nation,

 The Irish, the Welsh and the Dane;

 The Russian, the Dutch the Dalmatian,

 And even from China and Spain;

 The Poodle, the Pom, the Alsatian

 And the mastiff who walks on a chain

 And to those that are frisky and frollical

 Let my meaning be perfectly plain;

 That my name it is Little Tom Pollicle--

 And you'd better not do it again

 

 MUNKUSTRAP:

 Now when these bold heroes together assembled,

 The traffic all stopped, and the Underground trembled,

 And some of the neighbors were so much afraid

 That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade

 

 When suddenly, up from a small basement flat,

 Why who should stalk out but THE GREAT RUMPUSCAT!

 His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing,

 He gave a great yawn, and his jaws were amazing;

 And when he looked through the bars of the area

 You never saw anything fiercer or hairier

 And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning

 The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning

 He looked at the sky and he gave a great leap--

 And they every last one of them scattered like sheep

 

 And when the Police Dog returned to his beat,

 There wasn't a single one left in the street