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"Cats" and all related things are the property of Andrew Lloyd Webber, The Really Useful Group, and related parties. Lyrics are taken from and based off "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" and other poems by T.S. Eliot, with additions by Trevor Nunn and Richard Stilgoe. No copyright infringement is intended.
Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town
Sung by: Bustopher Jones, Jennyanydots, Jellylorum and Bombalurina, and the toms
Original London Cast
Original Broadway Cast
Original Australian Cast
Video
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 common-place 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!


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.

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 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 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

That's the word from this 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!

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 common-place 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

When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry
At the Siamese - or at the Glutton;
When 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 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 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

That's the word from this 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!

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 common-place 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

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 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 every day
But I'm so well preserved because I've observed
All my life a routine, and I'll 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!

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 common-place 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!


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.

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 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 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

That's the word from this 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!


Toodle pip!
Notes

Again, the singers for this swap back and forth a bit too freely for me to be able to easily figure out who sings what part for the CD versions ^^; Sorry about that.