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The next cat to join the proceedings is the hefty "Bustopher <br />

Jones." A large "twenty-five pounder," always clad in his <br />

signature white spats, Bustopher spends his time eating, eating <br />

and eating in one of the many English pubs and clubs that he <br />

frequents. Jennyanydots is quite besauntered with him, and helps<br />

sing his praises. He responds, to her great delight, by kissing<br />

her hand.<br />

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SOLO: <br />

Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones <br />

In fact, he's remarkably fat <br />

He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs <br />

For he's the St. James Street cat! <br />

<br />

He's the cat we all greet as we walk down the street <br />

In his coat of fastidious black <br />

No common-place mousers have such well cut trousers <br />

Or such an impeccable back <br />

<br />

In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is <br />

The name of this Brummell of cats <br />

And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to <br />

By Bustopher Jones in white spats <br />

<br />

BUSTOPHER JONES: <br />

My visits are occasional to the senior educational <br />

And it is against the rules <br />

For any one cat to belong both to that <br />

And the joint superior schools <br />

When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry <br />

At the Siamese or at the glutton <br />

When I look full of gloom then <br />

I've lunched at the tomb <br />

On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton <br />

<br />

SOLO: <br />

In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is <br />

The name of this Brummell of cats <br />

And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to <br />

By Bustopher Jones in white spats <br />

<br />

So much in this way passes Bustopher's day <br />

At one club or another he's found <br />

It can be no surprise that under our eyes <br />

He has grown unmistakably round <br />

<br />

He's a twenty-five pounder <br />

<br />

BUSTOPHER JONES: <br />

Or I am a bounder <br />

<br />

SOLO: <br />

And he's putting on weight every day <br />

<br />

BUSTOPHER JONES: <br />

But I'm so well preserved because I've observed <br />

All my life a routine and I'd say <br />

<br />

I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time <br />

That's the word from this stoutest of cats <br />

It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall <br />

While Bustopher Jones wears white <br />

Bustopher Jones wears white <br />

Bustopher Jones wears white spats!

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