CATS - Bustopher Jones Lyrics
The next cat to join the proceedings is the hefty "BustopherJones. " A large "twenty-five pounder, " always clad in hisSignature white spats, Bustopher spends his time eating, eatingAnd eating in one of the many English pubs and clubs that heFrequents. Jennyanydots is quite besauntered with him, and helpsSing his praises. He responds, to her great delight, by kissingHer hand.Solo:Bustopher Jones is not skin and bonesIn fact, he's remarkably fatHe doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubsFor he's the St. James Street cat!He's the cat we all greet as we walk down the streetIn his coat of fastidious blackNo common-place mousers have such well cut trousersOr such an impeccable backIn the whole of St. James's the smartest of names isThe name of this Brummell of catsAnd we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed toBy Bustopher Jones in white spatsBustopher jones:My visits are occasional to the senior educationalAnd it is against the rulesFor any one cat to belong both to thatAnd the joint superior schoolsWhen I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curryAt the Siamese or at the gluttonWhen I look full of gloom thenI've lunched at the tombOn cabbage, rice pudding and muttonSolo:In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names isThe name of this Brummell of catsAnd we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed toBy Bustopher Jones in white spatsSo much in this way passes Bustopher's dayAt one club or another he's foundIt can be no surprise that under our eyesHe has grown unmistakably roundHe's a twenty-five pounderBustopher jones:Or I am a bounderSolo:And he's putting on weight every dayBustopher jones:But I'm so well preserved because I've observedAll my life a routine and I'd sayI am still in my prime, I shall last out my timeThat's the word from this stoutest of catsIt must and it shall be spring in Pall MallWhile Bustopher Jones wears whiteBustopher Jones wears whiteBustopher Jones wears white spats!
