Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town (From The Motion Picture Soundtrack "Cats")

I'm Bustopher Jones

I'm not skin and bones

In fact, I'm remarkably fat

I don't haunt pubs

I have eight or nine clubs

For I'm the St. James Street Cat

I'm the cat they all greet as I walk down the street

In my 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 Brummell 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

Thanks, Tugger

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 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

Bustopher Jones in white

Bustopher Jones in white spats

So, much in this way, passes Bustopher's day

At one club

Or another I'm found

It can be no surprise that under our eyes

He has grown unmistakably round

I'm a twenty-five pounder, or I am a bounder

And I'm putting on weight every day

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"