Estas son las letras de la versión de Londres.
Primer Acto
"When Cats Are Maddened By The Midnight Dance"
Segundo Acto
"Why Will The Summer Day Delay-When Will Time Flow Away"
Are you blind when you're born? Can you see in the dark? Because Jellicles are and Jellicles do When you fall on your head, do you land on your feet? Because Jellicles can and Jellicles do Can you ride on a broomstick to places far distant? Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats We can dive through the air like a flying trapeze Jellicles can and Jellicles do Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Can you sing at the same time in more than one key Jellicle cats are queen of the nights The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity Jellicles do and Jellicles can Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Practical cats, dramatical cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats There's a man over there with a look of surprise,
The naming of cats is a difficult matter First of all, there's the name that the family use daily There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter But I tell you a cat needs a name that's particular Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum But above and beyond there's still one name left over When you notice a cat in profound meditation His ineffable, effable, effanineffable Jellicle Cats come out tonight Jellicle Cats come out tonight Jellicle Cats are white and black Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes We're quiet enough in the morning hours Jellicle Cats meet once a year Who will it be? I have a Gumbie Cat in mind But . . . I have a Gumbie Cat in mind But . . . I have a Gumbie Cat in mind But . . . So for old Gumbie Cats let us give three cheers Thank you my dears! The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat If you offer me pheasant I'd rather have grouse The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore When you let me in, then I want to go out The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast My disobliging ways are a matter of habit The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat Remark the Cat who hesitates towards you Grizabella the Glamour Cat Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones He's the cat we all greet as he walks down the street In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is My visits are occasional to the Senior Educational In the season of venison I give my ben'son In the whole of St. James's is the smartest of names is So, much in this way passes Bustopher's day But I'm so well preserved because I've observed It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall Macavity! Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer We are very well known in Cornwall Gardens If the area window is found ajar Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer have a very unusual gift of the gab When the family assembles for Sunday dinner Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer have a wonderful way of working together And when you hear a dining room smash Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy Well, of all things, can it be really? Old Deuteronomy sits in the street The cars and the lorries run over the curb The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy Well, of all things, can it be really? Well, of all things, can it be really? My legs may be tottery, I must go slow Jellicle Cats come out tonight Jellicle Cats are black and white Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces Jellicle Cats develop slowly Until the Jellicle Moon appears Jellicle Cats are white and black We're quiet enough in the morning hours Jellicle Cats are black and white If it happens the sun is shining bright Jellicle Cats come out tonight She haunted many a low resort Grizabella the Glamour Cat Midnight, not a sound from the pavement The moments of happiness . . . The past experience revived in the meaning Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door His coat's very shabby "I have played, in my time, every possible part I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell Then if someone will give him a toothful of gin "And I say now these kittens And he says as he scratches himself with his claws "I once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire Growltiger was a Bravo Cat who travelled on a barge His manners and appearance did not calculate to please The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play Growltiger's bucko mate Grumbskin long since had disappered In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sat alone Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone And closer still and closer the sampans circled round Oh, how well I remember the Old Bull and Bush A very nice house, from basement to garret She'd say, "Billy, Billy M'Caw! Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head Or as likely as not put a fist through your eye And say "Billy, Billy M'Caw! "Billy, Billy M'Caw! Billy, Billy M'Caw! Then Gilbert gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land "These modern productions are all very well Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat, the Cat of the Railway Train All the guards and all the porters At eleven forty-two with the signal overdue Then he gave one flash of his glass-green eyes Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces He would watch you without winking and he saw what you were thinking You could play no pranks with Skimbleshanks! It was very pleasant when they'd found their little den There was every sort of light Then the guard looked in politely and would ask you very brightly, When they crept into their cosy berth and pulled up the counterpane Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat They were fast asleep at Crewe and so they never knew They might see me at Dumfries if I summoned the police When they got to Gallowgate there they did not have to wait And he gives a wave of his long brown tail Macavity! Macavity's a mystery cat Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity You may seek him in the basement Macavity's a ginger cat Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity He's outwardly respectable And when the larder's looted Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity We have to find Old Deuteronomy You ought to ask Mr. Mistoffelees Presto! And you'll all say: Oh! Well I never! Was there ever He is quiet and small He can pick any card from a pack He can play any trick with a cork You have seen it one moment, and then it is gone! And we all say: Oh! Well I never! Was there ever His manner is vague and aloof And he's sometimes been heard by the fire Of his singular magical powers And not long ago this phenomenal cat And we all say: Oh! Well I never! Was there ever Ladies and gentlemen Presto! Daylight Midnight Memory Every streetlamp Daylight Burnt out ends of smoky days Touch me Look Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel Up, up, up, past the Russell HotelJellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats
Dare 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?
Jellicles do and Jellicles would
Jellicles would and Jellicles can
Jellicles can and Jellicles do
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?
Jellicles do and Jellicles can
Jellicles can and Jellicles do
Jellicles do and Jellicles can
Jellicles can and Jellicles do
Familiar with candle, with book and with bell?
Were you Whittington's friend? The Pied Piper's assistant?
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 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
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats
Duets by Rossini and waltzes by Strauss
And can you (as cats do) begin with a C
That always triumphantly brings down the house
Singing at astronomical heights
Handling pieces from the Messiah
Hallelujah, angelical choir
Round the cathedral rang "Vivat!"
Life to the everlasting cat!
Feline, fearless, faithful and true
To others who do what
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
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 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
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?
The Naming Of Cats
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
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey
All of them sensible, everyday names
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames
Such as Plato, Admetas, Electra, Demeter
But all of them sensible everyday names
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?
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or Coricopat
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum
Names that never belong to more than one cat
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
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
Deep and inscrutable singular name
The Invitation To The Jellicle Ball
Jellicle Cats come one come all
The Jellicle moon is shining bright
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball
Jellicle Cats are of moderate size
Jellicles jump like a jumping jack
We're quiet enough in the afternoon
Reserving our terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon
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?
The Old Gumbie Cat
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!
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
Her 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!
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
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!
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!
On whom well ordered households depend, it appears
Three cheers, three cheers, three cheers!
For she's a jolly good fellow!
The Rum Tum Tugger
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
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!
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
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!
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 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 doesn't care for a cuddle
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!
Grizabella
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
Who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?
Bustopher Jones
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!
In his coat of fastidious black
No commonplace mousers have such well-cut trousers
Or such an impeccable back
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
While Bustopher Jones wears white
Bustopher Jones wears white
Bustopher Jones wears white spats!
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
In Launceston Place and in Kensington Square
We have really a little more reputation
Than a couple of cats can very well bear
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
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
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
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?
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!
Old Deuteronomy
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
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
When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall
The Oldest Inhabitant croaks
Yes! No! Ho! Hi! Oh, my eye!
My mind may be wandering, but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!
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
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
Must never be broken whate'er may befall
The Oldest Inhabitant croaks
Yes! No! Ho! Hi! Oh, my eye!
My mind may be wandering, but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!
Yes! No! Ho! Hi! Oh, my eye!
And be careful of Old Deuteronomy!
The Jellicle Ball
Jellicle Cats come one, come all
The Jellicle Moon is shining bright
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball
Jellicle Cats are rather small
Jellicle Cats are merry and bright
And pleasant to hear when we caterwaul
Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes
We like to practice our airs and graces
And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise
Jellicle Cats are not too big
Jellicle Cats are roly poly
We know how to dance a gavotte and a jig
We make our toilette and take our repose
Jellicles wash behind their ears
Jellicles dry between their toes
Jellicle Cats are of moderate size
Jellicles jump like a jumping jack
Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes
We're quiet enough in the afternoon
Reserving our terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon
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
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 one, come all
The Jellicle Moon is shining bright
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball
Grizabella The Glamour Cat
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
Who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat
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
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 . . .
Is not the experience of one life only
But of many generations - not forgetting
Something that is probably quite ineffable
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
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
Gus: The Theatre Cat
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
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
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
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"
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
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"
"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"
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 . . ."
Growltiger's Last Stand
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 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
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 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!
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
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
For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard
And his bosun Tumblebrutus, he too had stolen away
In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey
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 sampans and their junks
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 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
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. Ah, but it was the parret
The parret, 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
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
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
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
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
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
Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!
Ah! He was the life of the bar.
With a frightful burst of fireworks, the Chinks they swarmed aboard
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
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 kerflip kerflop
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
But there's nothing to equal, from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery when I made history . . ."
Skimbleshanks:The Railway Cat
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"
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."
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!
And the signal went "All Clear!"
They'd be off at last to the northern part of the
Northern Hemisphere!
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
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
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
He's a cat that couldn't be ignored
So nothing went wrong on the Northern Mail
When Skimbleshanks was aboard
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
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
"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
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
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
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
If there was anything they ought to know about
For Skimbleshanks would help them to get out!
Which says "I'll see you again!
You'll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail
The Cat of the Railway Train!"
Macavity:The 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!
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 look up in the air
But I tell you once and once again
Macavity's not there!
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!
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!
I know he cheats at cards
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's
Or the jewel cases rifled
Or when the milk is missing
Or another Peke's been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
There's the wonder of the thing:
Macavity's not there!
There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi and one or two to spare
Whatever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't there!
(I might mention Mungojerrie, Rumpelteazer, Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time
Just controls the operations
The Napoleon of Crime!
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!
Mr. Mistoffelees
The original Conjuring Cat
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistoffelees's conjuring turn
Oh! Well I never! Was there ever
A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
He is black
From the ears to the tip of his tail
He can creep through the tiniest crack
He can walk on the narrowest rail
He is equally cunning with dice
He is always decieving you into believing
That he's only hunting for mice
Or a spoon and a bit of fish paste
If you look for a knife or a fork
And you think it was merely misplaced
But you find it next week lying out on the lawn!
Oh! Well I never! Was there ever
A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
You would think there was nobody shyer
But his voice has been heard on the roof
When he was curled up by the fire
When he was about on the roof
(At least we all heard that somebody purred)
Which is uncontestable proof
And I've known the family to call
Him in from the garden for hours
When he was asleep in the hall
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!
Oh! Well I never! Was there ever
A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
I give you the marvelous
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
Memory
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
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
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
A new day has begun
The Journey To The Heaviside Layer
Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer
Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer
Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer
Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer