"Bustopher Jones" lyrics - 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's Street cat!
He's the cat we all greet as he walks down the street
In his coat is fastidious black
No common - place mousers have such well cut trousers
Or such an impeccable black
In the whole of St. James the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of up proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats
My visits are occasional to The Senior Educational
And it is the 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

In the whole of St. Jame'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, 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