Song: Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats Lyrics

Are you blind when you're born? Can you see in the dark?

Can you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne?

Can you say of your bite that it's worse than your bark?

Are you cock of the walk when you're walking alone?

Because Jellicles are and Jellicles do Jellicles do and Jellicles would Jellicles would and Jellicles can Jellicles can and Jellicles do

When you fall on your head, do you land on your feet?

Are you tense when you sense there's a storm in the air?

Can you find your way blind when you're lost in the street?

Do you know how to go to the Heaviside Layer?

Because Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles do and Jellicles can Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles do and Jellicles can Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Can you ride on a broomstick to places far distant?

Familiar with candle, with book and with bell? Were you Whittington's friend? The Pied Piper'sassistant?

Have you been an alumnus of heaven or hell?

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

We can dive through the air like a flying trapeze

We can turn double somersaults, bounce on a tire

We can run up the wall, we can swing through the trees

We can balance on bars, we can walk on a wire

Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Can you sing at the same time in more than one key

Duets by Rossini and waltzes by Strauss And can you (as cats do) begin with a C

That always triumphantly brings down the house

Jellicle cats are queen of the nights Singing at astronomical heights Handling pieces from the Messiah Hallelujah, angelical choir

The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity Round the cathedral rang \"Vivat!\" Life to the everlasting cat!

Feline, fearless, faithful and true To others who do what

Jellicles do and Jellicles can Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Jellicle cats sing Jellicle chants Jellicles old and Jellicles new Jellicle song and Jellicle dance

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Practical cats, dramatical cats Pragmatical cats, fanatical cats Oratorical cats, delphioracle cats Skeptical cats, dispeptical cats Romantical cats, pedantical cats Critical cats, parasitical cats

Allegorical cats, metaphorical cats Statistical cats and mystical cats Political cats, hypocritical cats Clerical cats, hysterical cats Cynical cats, rabbinical cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle bells that Jellicles ring Jellicle sharps and Jellicle flats Jellicle songs that Jellicles sing

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

There's a man over there with a look of surprise,

As much as to say, \"Well now how about that!\"

Do I actually see with my own very eyes A man who's not heard of a Jellicle cat? What's a Jellicle cat? What's a Jellicle cat?

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Song: The Naming of Cats Lyrics The naming of cats is a difficult matter It isn't just one of your holiday games

You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you a cat must have three different names

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily

Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James

Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey

All of them sensible, everyday names

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter

Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames Such as Plato, Admetas, Electra, Demeter But all of them sensible everyday names

But I tell you a cat needs a name that's particular

A name that's peculiar, and more dignified Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or Coricopat Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum

Names that never belong to more than one cat

But above and beyond there's still one name left over

And that is the name that you never will guess The name that no human research can discover

But the at himself knows, and will never confess

When you notice a cat in profound meditation

The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought Of the thought Of the thought Of his name

His ineffable effable effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular name

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Song: The Invitation to the Jellicle Ball Lyrics Jellicle Cats come out tonight Jellicle Cats come one come all The Jellicle moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle Cats come out tonight Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle Cats are white and black Jellicle Cats are of moderate size Jellicles jump like a jumping jack

Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes

We're quiet enough in the morning hours We're quiet enough in the afternoon Reserving our terpsichorean powers To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon

Jellicle Cats meet once a year

At the Jellicle Ball where we all rejoice And the Jellicle Leader will soon appear

And make what is known as the Jellicle Choice When Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife

Announces the cat who can now be reborn And come back to a different Jellicle Life For waiting up there is the Heaviside Layer Full of wonders one Jellicle only will see And Jellicles ask because Jellices dare: Who will it be? Who will it be?

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Song: The Old Gumbie Cat Lyrics I have a Gumbie Cat in mind Her name is Jennyanydots

Her coat is of the tabby kind with tiger stripes and leopard spots

All day she sits upon the stair or on the step or on the mat

She sits and sits and sits and sits And that's what makes a Gumbie Cat That's what makes a Gumbie Cat!

But . . .

When the day's hustle and bustle is done

Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun

And when all the family's in bed and asleep She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep

She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice

Their behaviour's not good and their manners not nice

So when she has got them lined up on the matting

She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind Hr name is Jennyanydots

Her equal would be hard to find Se likes the warm and sunny spots

All day she sits beside the hearth or on the bed or on my hat

She sits and sits and sits and sits And that's what makes a Gumbie Cat That's what makes a Gumbie Cat!

But . . . When the day's hustle and bustle is done

Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly

begun

As she finds that the mice will not ever keep quiet

She is sure it is due to irregular diet

And believing that nothing is done without trying

She sets right to work with her baking and frying

She makes them a mouse-cake of bread and dried peas

And a beautiful fry of lean bacon and cheese

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind Her name is Jennyanydots

The curtain cord she likes to wind and tie it into sailor knots

She sits upon the windowsill or anything that's smooth and flat

She sits and sits and sits and sits And that's what makes a Gumbie Cat That's what makes a Gumbie Cat!

But . . .

When the day's hustle and bustle is done

Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun

She thinks that the cockroaches need employment

To prevent them from idle and wanton destroyment

So she's formed from that lot of disorderly louts

A troop of well disciplined helpful boy scouts With a purpose in life and a good deed to do And she's even created a Beetles Tattoo!

So for old Gumbie Cats let us give three cheers

On whom well ordered households depend, it appears

Three cheers, three cheers, three cheers! For she's a jolly good fellow!

Thank you my dears!

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Song: The Rum Tum Tugger Lyrics The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

If you offer me pheasant I'd rather have grouse

If you put me in a house I would much prefer a flat

If you put me in a flat then I'd rather have a house

If you set me on a mouse then I only want a rat

If you set me on a rat then I'd rather chase a mouse

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn't any call for me to shout it For he will do as he do do

And there's no doing anything about it!

The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore

When you let me in, then I want to go out I'm always on the wrong side of every door And as soon as I'm at home, then I'd like to get about

I like to lie in the bureau drawer

But I make such a fuss if I can't get out

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And it isn't any use for you to doubt it For he will do as he do do

And there's no doing anything about it!

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast

My disobliging ways are a matter of habit If you offer me fish then I always want a feast When there isn't any fish then I won't eat rabbit

If you offer me cream then I sniff and sneer But I only like what I find for myself

So you'll catch me in it right up to my ears

If you put it away on the larder shelf

The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle

But I'll leap in your lap in the middle of your sewing

For there's nothing I enjoy like a horrible muddle!

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

And there isn't any need for me to spout it For he will do as he do do

And there's no doing anything about it!

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Song: Grizabella Lyrics

Remark the Cat who hesitates towards you In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin

You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand

And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin

Grizabella the Glamour Cat Grizabella the Glamour Cat

Who would ever suppose that that Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?

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Song: 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 tousers

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!

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Song: Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer Lyrics Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer We're a notorious couple of cats

As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians

Tight-rope walkers and acrobats We have an extensive reputation We make our home in Victoria Grove This is merely our centre of operation For we are incurably given to rove

We are very well known in Cornwall Gardens In Launceston Place and in Kensington Square We have really a little more reputation Than a couple of cats can very well bear

If the area window is found ajar

And the basement looks like a field of war If a tile or two comes loose on the roof (Which presently fails to be waterproof)

If the drawers are pulled out from the bedroom chest

And you can't find one of your winter vests If after supper one of the girls

Suddenly misses her Woolworth pearls The family will say, \"It's that horrible cat! It was Mungojerrie or Rumpelteazer!\" And most of the time they leave it at that

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer have a very unusual gift of the gab

We are highly efficient cat burglars as well And remarkably smart at a smash and grab We make our home in Victoria Grove We have no regular occupation

We are plausible fellows who like to engage A friendly policeman in conversation

When the family assembles for Sunday dinner With their minds made up that they won't get thinner

On Argentine joint, potatoes and greens

And the cook will appear from behind the scenes

And say in a voice that is broken with sorrow, \"I'm afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow!

For the joint has gone from the oven like that!\"

The family will say, \"It's that horrible cat! It was Mungojerrie or Rumpelteazer!\" And most of the time they leave it at that

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer have a

wonderful way of working together

And some of the time you would say it was luck

And some of the time you would say it was weather

We go through the house like a hurricane And no sober person could take his oath Was it Mungojerrie or Rumpelteazer?

Or could you have sworn that it mightn't be both?

And when you hear a dining room smash

Or up from the pantry there comes a loud crash

Or down from the library there comes a loud ping

From a vase that was commonly said to be Ming

The family will say: \"Now which was which cat? It was Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer!\"

And there's nothing at all to be done about that!

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Song: Old Deuteronomy Lyrics

Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time

He's a cat who has lived many lives in succession

He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme

A long while before Queen Victoria's accession

Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives

And more - I am tempted to say ninety-nine And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives

And the village is proud of him in his decline

At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy

When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall

The Oldest Inhabitant croaks Well, of all things, can it be really? Yes! No! Ho! Hi! Oh, my eye!

My mind may be wandering, but I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!

Old Deuteronomy sits in the street He sits in the high street on market day

The Bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat

But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away

The cars and the lorries run over the curb And the villagers put up a notice \"Road closed\"

So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb

Deuteronomy's rest when he feels so disposed

The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy

Must never be broken whate'er may befall

The Oldest Inhabitant croaks

Well, of all things, can it be really? Yes! No! Ho! Hi! Oh, my eye!

My mind may be wandering, but I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!

Well, of all things, can it be really? Yes! No! Ho! Hi! Oh, my eye!

My legs may be tottery, I must go slow And be careful of Old Deuteronomy!

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Song: The Jellicle Ball Lyrics

Jellicle Cats come out tonightJellicle Cats

come one, come all

The Jellicle Moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle Cats are black and white Jellicle Cats are rather small Jellicle Cats are merry and bright

And pleasant to hear when we caterwaul

Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes We like to practice our airs and graces And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise

Jellicle Cats develop slowly Jellicle Cats are not too big Jellicle Cats are roly poly

We know how to dance a gavotte and a jig

Until the Jellicle Moon appears

We make our toilette and take our repose Jellicles wash behind their ears Jellicles dry between their toes

Jellicle Cats are white and black Jellicle Cats are of moderate size Jellicles jump like a jumping jack Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes

We're quiet enough in the morning hours We're quiet enough in the afternoon Reserving our terpsichorean powers To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon

Jellicle Cats are black and white Jellicle Cats (as we said) are small If it happens to be a stormy night

We will pracitce a caper or two in the hall

If it happens the sun is shining bright You would say we had nothing to do at all We are resting and saving ourselves to be right

For the Jellicle Moon and the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle Cats come out tonight Jellicle Cats come one, come all The Jellicle Moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball

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Song: Grizabella: The Glamour Cat Lyrics She haunted many a low resort

Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court She flitted about the No-Man's Land

From \"The Rising Sun\" to \"The Friend at Hand\"

And the postman sighed as he scratched his head

\"You really had thought she ought to be dead And who would ever suppose that that Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat!\"

Grizabella the Glamour Cat Grizabella the Glamour Cat

Who would ever suppose that that Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone

In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet

And the wind begins to moan

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Song: The Moments of Happiness Lyrics The moments of happiness . . .

We had the experience but missed the meaning

And approach to the meaning restores the experience

In a different form, beyond any meaning We can assign to happiness . . .

The past experience revived in the meaning Is not the experience of one life only But of many generations - not forgetting Something that is probably quite ineffable

Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight Let your memory lead you Open up, enter in

If you find there the meaning of what happiness is

Then a new life will begin

Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight Let your memory lead you Open up, enter in

If you find there the meaning of what happiness is

Then a new life will begin

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Song: Gus: The Theatre Cat Lyrics Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door

His name as I ought to have told you before Is really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss To pronounce that we usually call him Just Gus

His coat's very shabby He's thin as a rake

And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake

Yet he was in his youth quite the smartest of cats

But no longer a terror to mice or to rats For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time

And whenever he joins his friends at their club (Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub)

He loves to regale them if someone else pays With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days For he once was a star of the highest degree He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree And he likes to relate his success on the halls Where the gallery once gave him seven catcalls

But his grandest creation as he loves to tell Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell

\"I have played, in my time, every possible part And I used to know seventy speeches by heart I'd extemporize backchat I knew how to gag

And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag I knew how to act with my back and my tail With an hour of rehearsal I never could fail

I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts

Whether I took the lead or in character parts

I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell When the curfew was rung then I swung on the bell

In the pantomime season I never fell flat

And I once understudied Dick Whittington's cat

But my grandest creation As history will tell

Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell\"

Then if someone will give him a toothful of gin

He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne

At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat

When some actor suggested the need for a cat

\"And I say now these kittens

They do not get trained

As we did in the days when Victoria reigned They never get drilled in a regular troupe And they think they are smart Just to jump through a hoop\"

And he says as he scratches himself with his claws

\"Well, the theatre is certainly not what it was These modern productions are all very well But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell

That moment of mystery when I made history As Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell\"

\"I once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire To rescue a child when a house was on fire And I think that I still can much better than most

Produce blood-curdling noises to bring on the ghost

And I once played Growltiger Could do it again Could do it again

Could do it again . . .\" Artist: Lyrics

Song: Growltiger's Last Stand Lyrics

Growltiger was a Bravo Cat who travelled on a barge

In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large

From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims

Rejoicing in his title of The Terror of the Thames

His manners and appearance did not calculate to please

His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees

One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame

At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name

They would fortify the henhouse, lock up the silly goose

When the rumour ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!

Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage

Woe to the pampered Pekinese that faced Growltiger's rage

Woe to the bristly bandicoot that lurked on foreign ships

And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips!

But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed

To cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed

The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear

Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear

Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play

The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molsey lay

All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide

And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side

Growltiger's bucko mate Grumbskin long since had disappered

For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to

wet his beard

And his bosunTumblebrutus, he too had stolen away

In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey

In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sat alone

Concentrating his attention on the lady Griddlebone

And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks

As the Siamese came creeping in their ampans and their junks

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone

And the lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone

Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise

But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes

And closer still and closer the sampans circled round

And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound

The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives

And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives

Oh, how well I remember the Old Bull and Bush

Where we used to go down on a Sattadau night

Where, when anythink happened, it come with a rush

For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very polite

A very nice house, from basement to garret A very nice house. Ah, but it was the parret Theparret, the parret named Billy M'Caw That brought all those folk to the bar Ah, he was the life of the bar!

Of a Saturday night, we was all feeling bright And Lily La Rose - the barmaid that was

She'd say, \"Billy, Billy M'Caw!

Come give us, come give us a dance on the bar!\"

And Billy would dance on the bar And Billy would dance on the bar

And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear And emotion would make us all order more beer

Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head She wouldn't have nothing, no, not that much said

If it come to an argument or a dispute

She'd settle it offhand with the toe of her boot

Or as likely as not put a fist through your eye But when we was happy, and just a bit dry Or when we was thirsty, and just a bit sad She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had

And say \"Billy, Billy M'Caw!

Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!\" And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear And emotion would make us all order more beer

\"Billy, Billy M'Caw!

Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!\" And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear And emotion would make us all order more beer

Billy, Billy M'Caw!

Come give us a tune on your moley guitar! Ah! He was the life of the bar.

Then Gilbert gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde

With a frightful burst of fireworks, the Chinks they swarmed aboard

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered I am sorry to admit it

But she quickly disappeared She probably escaped with ease I'm sure she was not drowned

But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround

The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank

Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank

He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop

At the end of all his crimes was forced to go kerflipkerflop

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land

At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the Strand

Rats were roasted whole at Brentford and Victoria Dock

And a day of celebrations was commanded in Bangkok

\"These modern productions are all very well But there's nothing to equal, from what I hear tell

That moment of mystery when I made history . . .\"

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Song: Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat Lyrics Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat, the Cat of the Railway Train

There's a whisper down the line at eleven thirty-nine

When the Night Mail's ready to depart Saying, \"Skimble, where is Skimble? Has he gone to hunt the thimble?

We must find him or the train can't start\"

All the guards and all the porters And the station master's daughters Would be searching high and low

Saying \"Skimble where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble

Then the night mail just can't go.\"

At eleven forty-two with the signal overdue And the passengers all frantic to a man

That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear

I'd been busy in the luggage van!

Then he gave one flash of his glass-green eyes And the signal went \"All Clear!\"

They'd be off at last to the northern part of the Northern Hemisphere!

Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat The Cat of the Railway Train

You might say that by and large it was me who was in charge

Of the Sleeping Car Express

From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards

I would supervise them all more or less

Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces

Of the travellers in the first and the third He established control by a regular patrol And he'd know at once if anything occurred

He would watch you without winking and he

saw what you were thinking

And it's certain that he didn't approve

Of hilarity and riot so that folk were very quiet

When Skimble was about and on the move

You could play no pranks with Skimbleshanks! He's a cat that couldn't be ignored

So nothing went wrong on the Northern Mail When Skimbleshanks was aboard

It was very pleasant when they'd found their little den

With their name written up on the door

And the berth was very neat with a newly folded sheet

And not a speck of dust upon the floor

There was every sort of light You could make it dark or bright

And a button you could turn to make a breeze And a funny little basin you're supposed to wash your face in

And a crank to shut the window should you sneeze

Then the guard looked in politely and would ask you very brightly,

\"Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?\"

But I was just behind him and was ready to remind him

For Skimble won't let anything go wrong

When they crept into their cosy berth and pulled up the counterpane

They all could reflect that it was very nice To know that they wouldn't be bothered by mice

They can leave all that to the Railway Cat The Cat of the Railway Train Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat The Cat of the Railway Train

In the watches of the night I was always fresh and bright

Every now and then I'd have a cup of tea

With perhaps a drop of scotch while I was keeping on the watch

Only stopping here and there to catch a flea

They were fast asleep at Crewe and so they never knew

That I was walking up and down the station They were sleeping all the while I was busy at Carlisle

Where I met the station master with elation

They might see me at Dumfries if I summoned the police

If there was anything they ought to know about

When they got to Gallowgate there they did not have to wait

For Skimbleshanks would help them to get out!

And he gives a wave of his long brown tail Which says \"I'll see you again!

You'll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail The Cat of the Railway Train!\"

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Song: Macavity: The Mystery Cat Lyrics Macavity! Macavity's a mystery cat He's called the Hidden Paw

For he's a master criminal who can defy the law

He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard The Flying Squad's despair

For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like

Macavity

He's broken every human law He breaks the law of gravity

His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare

And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!

You may seek him in the basement You may look up in the air

But I tell you once and once again Macavity's not there!

Macavity's a ginger cat He's very tall and thin

You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in

His brow is deeply lined in thought His head is highly domed His coat is dusty from neglect His whiskers are uncombed

He sways his head from side to side With movements like a snake

And when you think he's half asleep He's always wide awake!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity

For he's a fiend in feline shape A monster of depravity

You may meet him in a by-street You may see him in the square

But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable I know he cheats at cards

And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's

And when the larder's looted Or the jewel cases rifled

Or when the milk is missing