Bustopher Jones
JENNYANYDOTS:
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones
BOMBALURINA:
In fact he’s remarkably fat.
JELLYLORUM:
He doesn’t haunt pubs - he has eight or nine clubs
ALL 3:
For he’s the St. James’ Street Cat!
JENNYANYDOTS:
He’s the cat we all greet as he walks down the street
In his coat of fastidious black
BOMBALURINA:
No common place mousers have such well cut trousers
JELLYLORUM:
For such an impeccable back
COMPANY:
In the whole of St. James is the smartest of names is
the name of this Brummell of Cats
And we’re all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats
BUSTOPHER JONES:
My visits are occasional to the ‘Senior Educational’
and it is against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
at the ‘Joint Superior School’
For a similar reason, when game is in season
I’m found not at ‘Fox’s’ but ‘Blimp’s’
I am frequently seen at the gay ‘Stage and Screen’
Which is famous for winkles and shrimps
In the season of venision I give you my ben’son
To the ‘Pothunter’s’ succulent bones
And just before noon not a moment to 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
JENNYANYDOTS:
So much in his way passes Bustopher’s day
At one club or another he’s found
It can be no suprise that under our eyes
He has grown unmistakably round
He’s a twenty-five pounder
BUSTOPHER JONES:
Or I am a bounder
JENNYANYDOTS:
And he’s putting on weight everyday
BUSTOPHER JONES:
But I’m so well preserved because I’ve observed
All my life is a routine, so I’ll say
And to put it in rhyme I shall last out my time
COMPANY:
Is the word from the stoutest of cats
It must and it shall be spring in Spring in Pall Mall
While Bustopher Jones wears white, Bustopher Jones
wears white, Bustopher Jones wears white spats!
BUSTOPHER JONES:
Toodlepip!
