Bustopher Jones (Original London Cast Recording / 1981)

Bustopher Jones - Andrew Lloyd Webber (安德魯·勞埃德·韋伯)/Original Cast Of Cats

Lyrics by：Andrew Lloyd Webber/Trevor Nunn/Richard Stilgoe/T.S. Eliot

Composed by：Andrew Lloyd Webber

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 he walks 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' 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

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

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 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

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 every day

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 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