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Bustopher Jones

Bustopher Jones lyrics by Cats. 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...

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Bustopher Jones

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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 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 Brummel 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 Brummel 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 of 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 is the smartest of names

Is the name of this Brummel 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 everyday

But I'm so well preserved because I've observed

All my life a routine, and I'd say

I am still in the 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

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