Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bustopher Jones, artist - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Album song Cats, in the genre Мюзиклы
Date of issue: 31.12.1982
Record label: The Really Useful Group
Song language: English
Bustopher Jones |
The next cat to join the proceedings is the hefty Bustopher |
Jones. |
A large twenty-five pounder, always clad in his |
signature white spats, Bustopher spends his time eating, eating |
and eating in one of the many English pubs and clubs that he frequents. |
Jennyanydots is quite besauntered with him, and helps |
sing his praises. |
He responds, to her great delight, by kissing |
her hand. |
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 Street cat! |
He’s the cat we all greet as we walk 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 |
BUSTOPHER JONES: |
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 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 |
BUSTOPHER JONES: |
Or I am a bounder |
And he’s putting on weight every day |
BUSTOPHER JONES: |
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! |