Bustopher Jones
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 Street cat
He's the cat we all greet
As he walk 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 Benison
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 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 JonesLRC歌词
[00:09.700]Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones
[00:13.900]In fact, he's remarkably fat
[00:18.200]He doesn't haunt pubs
[00:20.300]he has eight or nine clubs
[00:23.050]For he's the St. James Street cat
[00:26.950]He's the cat we all greet
[00:29.300]As he walk down the street
[00:31.680]In his coat of fastidious black
[00:36.150]No common-place mousers have such well cut trousers
[00:40.700]Or such an impeccable back
[00:45.070]In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is
[00:50.000]The name of this Brummell of cats
[00:54.250]And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
[00:58.900]By Bustopher Jones in white spats
[01:03.250]In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is
[01:07.600]The name of this Brummell of cats
[01:12.300]And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
[01:16.600]By Bustopher Jones in white spats
[01:27.250]My visits are occasional to the senior educational
[01:33.500]And it is against the rules
[01:38.600]For any one cat to belong both to that
[01:44.450]And the Joint Superior Schools
[01:50.300]For a similar reason, when game is in season
[01:55.800]I'm found, not at Fox's, but Blimp’s
[02:00.900]I am frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen
[02:06.700]Which is famous for winkles and shrimps
[02:12.200]In the season of venison I give my Benison
[02:17.800]To the Pothunter's succulent bones
[02:23.200]And just before noon's not a moment too soon
[02:28.500]To drop in for a drink at the Drones
[02:36.500]When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry
[02:41.800]At the Siamese or at the Glutton
[02:47.100]If I look full of gloom then I've lunched at the Tomb
[02:53.300]On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton
[02:57.900]In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is
[03:02.550]The name of this Brummell of cats
[03:07.000]And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
[03:11.300]By Bustopher Jones in white spats
[03:25.100]So much in this way passes Bustopher's day
[03:29.500]At one club or another he's found
[03:33.700]It can be no surprise that under our eyes
[03:38.000]He has grown unmistakably round
[03:42.200]He's a twenty-five pounder
[03:44.800]Or I am a bounder
[03:46.500]And he's putting on weight every day
[03:50.900]But I'm so well preserved because I've observed
[03:55.000]All my life a routine and I'd say
[03:58.900]I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time
[04:03.650]That's the word from this stoutest of cats
[04:07.500]It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall
[04:12.550]While Bustopher Jones wears white
[04:15.150]Bustopher Jones wears white
[04:17.400]Bustopher Jones wears white spats
