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Bustopher Jones by Cats
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.
SOLO:
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
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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
SOLO:
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
SOLO:
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!
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