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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.
Grizabella, The Glamour Cat
Sung by: Bombalurina and Demeter, Grizabella
Original London Cast
Original Broadway Cast
Original Australian Cast
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Remark the cat who hesitates towards you
In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye twists like a crooked pin


Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Who'd have ever supposed that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?
Remark the cat who hesitates towards you
In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye twists like a crooked pin


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 at Hand"
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
"You'd really have thought she ought to be dead"
And who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat


Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Who'd have ever supposed that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?
Remark the cat who hesitates towards you
In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin


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 at Hand"
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
"You'd really had thought she ought to be dead"
And who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat


Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Who'd have ever supposed that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?
Remark the cat who hesitates towards you
In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin


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 at Hand"
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
"You'd really have thought she'd ought to be dead"
And who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat


Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Who'd have ever supposed that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?
Notes

The lyrics of this song were taken both from an unpublished poem by T.S. Eliot ("Grizabella, The Glamour Cat") and his (published) poem "Rhapsody on a Windy Night".