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Bustopher Jones: the Cat about Town

JENNYANYDOTS:
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones.
In fact he’s remarkably fat.

JELLYLORUM:
He doesn’t haunt pubs.
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’
The smartest of names
is the name of this Brummel 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 ben’son
To the Pot hunter’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’
The  smartest of names is
the name of this Brummel of cats.
And we’re all of us proud to
be nodded or bowed to
by Bustopher Jones in white,    
And we’re all of us proud to
be nodded or bowed to
by Bustopher Jones in white,    
And we’re all of us proud to
be nodded or bowed to
by Bustopher Jones in white,    
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 the stoutest of  cats.

FULL CHORUS:
It must and it shall
Be Spring in Pall Mall
while Bustopher Jones wears white,
It must and it shall
Be Spring in Pall Mall
while Bustopher Jones wears white,
It must and it shall
Be Spring in Pall Mall
while Bustopher Jones wears white,
It must and it shall
Be Spring in Pall Mall
while Bustopher Jones wears white,
Bustopher Jones wears white,
Bustopher Jones wears white spats.
Bustopher Jones wears white,
Bustopher Jones wears white spats.
Bustopher Jones wears white,
Bustopher Jones wears white spats.
Bustopher Jones wears white,
Bustopher Jones wears white spats. 

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