Sencillo / Pista
She haunted many a low resort
Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
She flitted about the no-man's land
From the Rising Sun to the Friend of Her
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
"You really have thought she ought to be dead
And who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat?"
And who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat?
Oh, Grizabella, the Glamour Cat