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Bustopher Jones

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Bustopher Jones Lyrics

    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 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!

    Macavity!