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CATS - "Bustopher Jones"
Lyrics to Bustopher Jones : Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones In fact, hes remarkably fat He doesnt haunt pubs - he has eight or nine clubs For hes the St. Jamess Street Cat! Hes the cat we all greet as he walks down the street In his coat of fastidious black No commonplace mousers have such well-cut trousers Or such an impeccable back In the whole of St. Jamess the smartest of names is The name of this Brummel of cats And were all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white spats In the whole of St. Jamess the smartest of names is The name of this Brummel of cats And were all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white spats 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 Im found not at Foxs but Blimps 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 benson To the Pothunters succulent bones And just before noons not a moment too soon To drop in for a drink at the Drones When Im seen in a hurry theres probably curry At the Siamese or at the Glutton If I look full of gloom then Ive lunched at the Tomb On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton In the whole of St. Jamess is the smartest of names is The name of this Brummel of cats And were all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white Bustopher Jones in white Bustopher Jones in white spats So, much in this way passes Bustophers day At one club or another hes found It can be no surprise that under our eyes He has grown unmistakably round Hes a twenty-five pounder, or I am a bounder And hes putting on weight everyday But Im so well preserved because Ive observed All my life a routine, and Id say I am still in the prime, I shall last out my time Thats the word from the stoutest of cats It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall While Bustopher Jones wears white Bustopher Jones wears white Bustopher Jones wears white spats! Macavity! [ Bustopher Jones Lyrics ]
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