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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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