Cats - Bustopher Jones Lyrics

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Cats the Musical - Bustopher Jones Lyrics


Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones
In fact, he's remarkably fat
He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs
For he's the St. James's Street Cat!

He's 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. James's 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 spats

In the whole of St. James's 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 spats

In the whole of St. James's 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 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
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 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

In the whole of St. James's is 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
Bustopher Jones in white
Bustopher Jones in white spats

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, or I am a bounder
And he's putting on weight everyday

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
That's 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!

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SYNOPSIS
Prolugue: Jellicle Songs For Jellicle Cats
The Naming Of Cats
The Invitation To The Jellicle Ball
The Old Gumbie Cat
The Rum Tum Tugger
Grizabella: The Glamour Cat
Bustopher Jones
Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer
Old Deuteronomy
The Jellicle Ball
The Moments Of Happiness
Gus: The Theatre Cat
Growltiger's Last Stand
Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat
Macavity: The Mystery Cat
Mr. Mistoffelees
Memory
The Journey To The Heaviside Layer
Finale: The Ad-dressing Of Cats