The next cat to join the proceedings is the hefty "Bustopher Jones." A large "twenty-five pounder," always clad in his signature white spats, Bustopher spends his time eating, eating and eating in one of the many English pubs and clubs that he frequents. Jennyanydots is quite besauntered with him, and helps sing his praises. He responds, to her great delight, by kissing her hand. Lyrics: SOLO: 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 we 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 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 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 SOLO: 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 ...
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