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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 broomstick to places far distant?

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 and hell?

Are you mean like a minx?

Are you lean like a lynx?

Are you keen to be seen when you're smelling a rat?

Were you there when the Pharaohs commissioned the Sphinx?

If you were and you are you're a Jellicle cat

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

We drive through the air

Like a flying trapeze

We can turn double somersaults Bounce on a tyre.

We can balance on bars. We can walk on a wire.

Jellicle can and Jellicle do

Jellicle can and Jellicle do

Jellicle can and Jellicle do

Jellicle can and Jellicle do

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.

Ah...

And can you as cats do begin with a C?

Ah...

That always triumphantly brings down the house?

Jellicle cats are queens of the nights

Singing at astronomical heights

Handling pieces from the Messiah

Hallelujah, angelica choir

Jellicles cats are queens of the night

Singing at astronomical heights

Handling pieces from the messiah

Hallelujah, angelica 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

Jellicles cats sing Jellicle chants

Jellicle 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. Delphic oracle cats.

Sceptical cats. Dyspeptical cats

Romantical cats. Pendantical 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 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?

What's a Jellicle cat?

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, Admetus,

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, Quazo 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 cat 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 his name.

His ineffable.

Efface ineffable.

Deep and inscrutable.

Singular.

Name, name.

Name, name.

Name, name,

Name, name.

Name, name.

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 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

Who will it be?

Who will it be?

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 beneath the stairs

Or on the steps, 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 asleep

She tucks up her skirt to the basement to creep

She is deeply concerned with the ways of mice

their behaviour's not good and their manner's 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

Her name is Jennyanydots

The curtain cord she like 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's 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 Just 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.

For she's a jolly good fellow.

Thank you, my dears.

Meow!

Meow!

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat.

If you offer me pheasant, I would 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 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-a-wow-wowt-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 get home, then I'd like to get about.

I like to lie in a bureau drawer

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

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat.

And there isn't any use for you to doubt it.

For he will do as he do do.

And there's no doing anything about-a-wow-wowt-it.

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast.

My disobliging ways are a matter of habit.

Now if you offer me fish, then I always want a feast.

And if there isn't any fish, then I won't eat a rabbit.

If you offer me cream, then I sniff and sneer.

For I only like what I find for myself.

No.

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

And 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.

So I'll leap on 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 abou-

Meow!

Abou-wow-wowt.

Meow!

Abou-wow-wow-wow.

About it.

Remark the cat

Who hesitates toward you.

In the light of the door which opens on her.

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.

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'd really have thought she ought to be dead.

And who could ever supposed that that...

Was Grizabella.

The glamour cat.

Grizabella, the glamour cat.

Grizabella, the glamour cat

Who'd have ever supposed that that...

Was Grizabella.

The glamour cat.

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 the 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 winkels and shrimps.

In the season of venison,

I give my benison to the pot hunter's succulent bones.

And just before noon 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 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.

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 me 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.

Tootle pip!

Macavity!

Sssh!

Sssh!

Mungojerrie! And Rumpelteazer!

We were a notorious couple of cats.

As knockabout clowns quick change comedians.

Tightrope 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.

When the family assembles for sunday dinner,

their minds made up that they won't get thinner.

On Argentine joint, Potatoes and greens.

And the cook would 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.

The joint has gone from the oven like that!

Then the family will say it's that horrible cat.

Was it 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 might have been both?

And when you hear a dining room smash,

Or up from the pantry there comes a loud crash.

Or down from the library came a loud ping.

From a vase which was commonly said to be ming.

Then 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.

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

Old Deuteronomy!

I believe it is old Deuteronomy

Well, of all things

Can it be really?

My mind may be wondering but I confess.

I believe it is old Deuteronomy

Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time.

He's a cat who had 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 wondering 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 mind may be wondering but I confess.

I believe it is old Deuteronomy

Well, of all things.

Can it be really?

My mind may be wondering but I confess.

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!

Jellicle cats meet once a year.

On the night we make the Jellicle choice.

And now that the Jellicle leader is here.

Jellicles cats can all rejoice.

Of the awful battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles

together with some account.

Of the participation of the pugs and the poms.

And the intervention of the Great Rumpus cat.

The pekes and the pollicles everyone knows

are proud and implacable passionate foes.

It is always the same, wherever one goes.

And the pugs and the poms, although most people say that

they do not like to fighting. Yet once in a way.

They now and again Join into the fray.

And they bark, bark, bark, bark, bark.

Bark, bark, bark.

Until you can hear them all over the park.

Now on the occasion of which I shall speak.

Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week.

And that's a long time for a pol or a peke.

The big police dog was away from his beat.

I don't know the reason but most people think

he slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink.

And no one at all was about on the street.

When a peke and a pollicle happened to meet,

They did not advance or exactly retreat.

But they glared at each other and scraped their hind feet.

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark. Bark, bark, bark.

Until you can hear them all over the park.

And they bark, bark, bark, bark, bark.

Bark, bark, bark.

Until you can hear them all over the park.

Now the peke although people may say what they please

Is no British dog but a heathen Chinese.

And so all the pekes when they heard the uproar.

Some came to the window. Some came to the door.

There were surely a dozen, more likely a score.

And together they started to grumble and wheeze.

In their huffery snuffery heathen chinese.

But a terrible din is what pollicles like.

For your pollicle dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke.

There are dogs out of every nation.

The lrish and Welsh and the Dane.

The Russian, the Dutch, the Dalmatian.

And even from China and Spain.

The poodle, the pom, the Alsation.

And Mastiff who walks on a chain.

And to those that are frisky and frolical,

Iet my meaning be perfectly plain.

That my name is little tom pollicle.

And you'd better not do it again.

And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters.

And every dog jack of them notable fighters.

And so they stepped out with their pipers in order,

playing when the blue bonnets come over the border.

But some from the balcony, some from the roof.

Joined into the din with a

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark Bark, bark, bark.

Until you could hear them all over the park.

Huffery snuffery, huffery snuffery.

Huffery snuffery, huffery snuffery.

Until you could hear them all over the park.

Bark, bark!

Now!

When these bold heroes together assembled,

the traffic all stopped and the underground trembled.

And some of the neighbors were so much afraid.

That they started to ring up the fire brigade.

When suddenly up from a small basement flat,

why who should stalk out but the...

Great Rumpus cat.

His eyes were like fireballs

fearfully blazing.

He gave a great yawn.

And his jaws were amazing.

And when he looked out through the bars of the area.

You never saw anything fiercer.

Or hairier.

And what with the glare of his eyes and the yawning.

The pekes and the pollicles quickly took warning.

He looked to the sky and he gave a great leap.

And they every last one of them scattered like sheep.

And when the police dog returned to his beat.

There wasn't a single one left on the street.

All hail and all power to the Great Rumpus cat!

Jellicle cats and dogs all must

Pollicles dogs and cats all must

Iike undertakers come to dust.

Macavity!

Jellicle 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 moonlight eyes.

We're quite 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 practice a caper or two in the hall.

If it happens the sun is shining bright,

you could say we had nothing to do at all.

We are resting and saving ourselves to the 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.

Jellicle cats come out tonight.

Jellicle cats come one come all.

The Jellicle moon is shining bright.

Jellicles come to the Jellicle ball.

You see the corner of her coat

is torn and stained with sand.

And you see the corner of her eye.

Twist like a crocked Pin.

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

Every street lamp seems to beat

A fatalistic warning

Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters

And soon it will be morning

Memory

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

The moments of happiness

We had the experience

but missed the meaning

and approach to the meaning

Restores the experience in our 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

Gus is the cat at the theatre door.

His name is 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 quiet famous, he says in his time.

And when ever he joins his friends at their club.

Which takes place at the back of the neighboring pub.

He loves to regale them if someone else pays.

With anecdotes drawn from his palmist days.

For he once was a star of the highest degree.

He has acted with lrving,

he has acted with Tree.

And he likes to relate his success on the halls.

Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls.

But his grandest creation as he loves to tell

was firefrofiddle, 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 extemporise back chat 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.

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.

But the grandest creation as history will tell

was firefrofiddle, 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 Lynn.

At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat.

When some actor suggested the need for a cat,

and I say that these kittens.

They do not get trained as we did in the days

They never get drilled in a regular troupe.

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 firefrofiddle,

the fiend of the fell

But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell.

That moment of mystery.

When I made hist...

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 gone to hunt the thimble?

We must find him or the train can't start.

All the guards and all the porters and

the stationmaster's daughters

been searching high and low

Saying, Skimble, where is Skimble?

For unless he's very nimble, 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.

For the northern part of the northern hemisphere.

Skimbleshanks, the railway cat.

The cat of the railway train.

You could 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 travelers in the first and the third.

He establishes control by a regular patrol.

And he'd know at once if anything occurred.

He would watch you without winking

and he say what you were thinking

and it's certain that

he didn't approve of hilarity and riot.

so the folk were very quiet

when Skimble was about and on the move.

You could play no pranks with Skimbleshanks.

He's a cat that can not be ignored.

when Skimbleshanks was aboard.

It was very pleasant

when they'd found their little den

with their name written up on the door.

Woo! Woo!

And the berth was very neat with a newly folded sheet.

And not a speck of dust on 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.

Woo! Woo!

And funny little basin,

you're supposed to wash your face in.

And a crank to shut the window should you sneeze.

Then the guard walked 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 berths

and pulled up the counterpanes.

They all could reflect it was very nice.

To know that they wouldn't be bothered by mice.

They could leave all that to the railway cat.

The cat of the railway train.

Skimbleshanks, the railway cat.

The cat of the railway cat.

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 stationmaster 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 Gallow Gate there they did not have to wait

For Skimbleshanks would help them to get our.(OFF)

And he gives you a wave of his long brown tail

which says I'll see you again.

You will meet without fail on the midnight mail.

The cat of the railway train.

The cat of the railway train.

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 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 eye's are sunken in,

his brow is deeply lined with thought.

His head is highly domed.

His coat is dusty from neglect.

His whiskers are uncombed.

He sways his head form 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 case is 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!

Macavity! Macavity!

There's no one like Macavity.

There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.

He always has an alibi,

and one or two to spare.

What ever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't there.

And they say that all the cats

whose wicked deeds are widely known.

I might mention Mungojerrie.

I might mention Griddlebone.

Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time.

Just controls the operations the napoleon of crime.

Macavity! Macavity!

There's no one like Macavity.

He's a fiend in feline shape.

A monster of depravity.

You may meet him in a bye-street

You may see him in the square.

But when a crime's discovered then,

Macavity!

Macavity!

Macavity!

Macavity!

When a crime's discovered then,

Macavity's not there!

Macavity's not there.

We have to find old Deuteronomy.

You ought to ask magical Mister Mistoffelees!

The original conjuring cat.

There can be no doubt of that.

Please listen to me and don't Scoff.

All his inventions are off his own bat.

There no such cat in the metropolis.

He holds all the patent monopolies.

For performing surprising illusions,

and creating eccentric confusions.

The greatest magicians have something to learn

from Mister Mistoffelee's conjuring turn.

And we all say,

oh, well, I never was there ever a cat so clever

as magical Mister Mistoffelees.

He is quiet, he is small, he is black.

Form his ears to the tip of his tail,

and he can creep through the tinniest crack.

And he can walk on the narrowest rail.

He can pick any card from the pack.

He's equally cunning with dice.

He's always deceiving you lnto believing that

he's only hunting for mice.

He can play any trick with a cork.

Or a spoon and a bit of fish paste.

And if you look for a knife or a fork,

and you think that it is merely misplaced.

You've seen it one moment and then it is gone!

But you find it next week laying out on the lawn.

And we all say,

Oh, well, I never was there ever a cat so clever

as magical Mister Mistoffelees.

Presto!

Oh, well, I never was there ever a cat so clever

as magical Mister Mistoffelees.

Oh, well, I never was there ever a cat so clever

as magical Mistoffelees.

His manner is vague and aloof.

And you would think there was nobody shyer.

But his voice has been heard on the roof,

while he was curled up by the fire.

And he's sometimes been heard by the fire,

while he was about on the roof.

And well, at least we all heard that somebody purred.

Which is incontestable proof

and of his singular magical powers.

I've known the family to call him in from the garden for hours

while he was asleep in the hall.

And not long ago, this phenomenal cat

produced seven kittens right out of a hat.

And we all say,

Oh, well, I never Was there ever a cat so clever

As magical Mister Mistoffelees.

Magical!

And not long ago, this phenomenal cat

produced seven kittens right out of a hat.

And we all say,

Oh, well, I never was there ever a cat so clever

as magical Mister Mistoffelees.

as magical Mister Mistoffelees.

Oh, well, I never was there ever a cat so clever

as magical Mister Mistoffelees.

Oh, well, I never was there ever a cat so clever

as magical Mister Mistoffelees

Oh, well, I never was there ever a cat so clever

as magical Mister Mistoffelees.

I give you the magical,

the marvelous,

Mister Mistoffelees.

Daylight.

See the dew on a sunflower

And a rose that is fading

Roses wither away

Like the sunflower

I yearn to turn my face to the dawn

I am waiting...

for the day

Now 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.

Memory.

Turn your face to the moonlight

If you find there

The meaning of what happiness is

Then a new life

will begin

Memory

All alone in the moonlight

I can smile at the old days

I remember

The time I knew what happiness was

Let the memory

Iive again

Burnt out ends of Smokey days

The stale cold smell of morning

The street lamp dies

Another night is over

Another day is dawning

Daylight

I must wait for the sunrise

I must think of a new life

And I mustn't give in

tonight will be a memory too

And a new day

will begin

Sunlight through the trees in summer

Endless masquerading

Like a flower as the dawn is braking

The memory is fading

Touch me

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

Look! A new day

has begun

Up, up, up, past the Russell hotel

Up, up, up, up to the heaviside layer

Up, up, up, past the Russell hotel

Up, up, up, up to the heaviside layer

Up, up, up, past the Russell hotel

Up, up, up, up to the heaviside layer

Up, up, up, past the Russell hotel

Up, up, up, up to the heaviside layer

Up, up, up, past the Jellicle moon

Up, up, up, up to the heaviside layer

Up, up, up, past the Jellicle moon

Up, up, up, up to the heaviside layer

The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity.

Round the cathedral rang vivat.

Life to the everlasting cat.

You've heard of several kinds of cat.

And my opinion now.

Is that you should need no interpreter

to understand our character.

You've learned enough to take to the view.

That cats are very much like you

You've seen us both at work and games.

And learn about our proper names

our habits and our habitat.

But how would you address a cat?

So first, you'll memory I'll jog.

And say a cat is not a dog.

So first, your memory I'll jog.

And say a cat is not a dog.

With cats,

some say one rule is true.

Don't speak till you are spoken to.

Myself I do not hold with that.

I say you should address a cat.

But always keep in mind,

that he resents familiarity.

You bow!

And taking off your hat!

Address him in this form.

O, cat!

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend.

Some little token of esteem is needed.

Like a dish of cream,

and you might now and then supply.

Some potted grouse or salmon paste.

He's sure to have his personal taste.

So in time you reach your aim.

And call him by his name.

A cat's entitled to expect these evidences of respect.

So this is this and that is that

And there's how you address a cat.

A cat's entitled to expect these evidences of respect.

So this is this and that is that

And there's how you address a cat.

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