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"Cats" and all related things are the property of Andrew Lloyd Webber, The Really Useful Group, and related parties. Lyrics are taken from and based off "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" and other poems by T.S. Eliot, with additions by Trevor Nunn and Richard Stilgoe. No copyright infringement is intended.

Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town Sung by: Bustopher Jones, Jennyanydots, Jellylorum and Bombalurina, and the toms
Original London Cast	Original Broadway Cast	Original Australian Cast	Video
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 common-place 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 Brummell of cats And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white spats! In the whole of St. James's, the smartest of names is The name of this Brummell of cats And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white spats! My visits are occasional to the Senior Educational And it is against the rules For any one cat to belong both to that And the Joint Superior Schools For a similar reason, when game is in season, I'm found, not at Fox's, but Blimp's; I am frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen Which is famous for winkles and shrimps. In the season of venison I give my ben'son To the Pothunter's succulent bones; And just before noon's not a moment too soon To drop in for a drink at the Drones. When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry At the Siamese - or at the Glutton; If I look full of gloom then I've lunched at the Tomb On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton. In the whole of St. James's, 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 Bustopher Jones in white Bustopher Jones in white spats! So much in this way passes Bustopher's day At one club or another he's found It can be no surprise that under our eyes He has grown unmistakably round He's a twenty-five pounder, Or I am a bounder And he's putting on weight every day 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 my time That's the word from this 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!	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 common-place 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 Brummell 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 When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry At the Siamese - or at the Glutton; When 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 Brummell of cats And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white Bustopher Jones in white Bustopher Jones in white spats! So much in this way passes Bustopher's day At one club or another he's found It can be no surprise that under our eyes He has grown unmistakably round He's a twenty-five pounder, Or I am a bounder And he's putting on weight every day 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 my time That's the word from this 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!	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 common-place 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 Brummell 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 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 Brummell of cats And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white Bustopher Jones in white Bustopher Jones in white spats! So much in this way passes Bustopher's day At one club or another he's found It can be no surprise that under our eyes He has grown unmistakably round He's a twenty-five pounder, Or I am a bounder And he's putting on weight every day But I'm so well preserved because I've observed All my life a routine, and I'll say I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time That's the word from the stoutest of cats It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall While Bustopher Jones wears white, Bustopher Jones wears white, Bustopher Jones wears white spats!	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 common-place 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 Brummell of cats And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white spats! In the whole of St. James's, the smartest of names is The name of this Brummell of cats And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white spats! My visits are occasional to the Senior Educational And it is against the rules For any one cat to belong both to that And the Joint Superior Schools For a similar reason, when game is in season, I'm found, not at Fox's, but Blimp's; I am frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen Which is famous for winkles and shrimps. In the season of venison I give my ben'son To the Pothunter's succulent bones; And just before noon's not a moment too soon To drop in for a drink at the Drones. When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry At the Siamese - or at the Glutton; If I look full of gloom then I've lunched at the Tomb On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton. In the whole of St. James's, 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 Bustopher Jones in white Bustopher Jones in white spats! So much in this way passes Bustopher's day At one club or another he's found It can be no surprise that under our eyes He has grown unmistakably round He's a twenty-five pounder, Or I am a bounder And he's putting on weight every day 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 my time That's the word from this 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! Toodle pip!
Notes Again, the singers for this swap back and forth a bit too freely for me to be able to easily figure out who sings what part for the CD versions ^^; Sorry about that. The 2016 Broadway run revised this song somewhat, for some reason. The song's basically the same, lyric/music/etc-wise, as usual (not sure about the choreography, haven't seen it myself) up to Bustopher's solo. The "In the whole of St. James's..." verse preceeding his solo is only sung once, and his solo is cut down heavily: he only sings from "In the season of venison I give my ben'son" onwards in this version. The solo is then followed by a new instrumental section/dance break; once that's over, the rest of the song's pretty much the same as always. (Again, lyrically/musically, anyway. I don't know about the choreography and such.) The 2017 International tour did not use these changes and instead used the original/standard version of the scene.