Testo Grizabella, the glamour cat Musical

Grizabella, the glamour cat

Grizabella
Remark the cat who hesitates toward you
In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin

Demeter
She haunted many a low resort
Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
She flitted about the No Man's Land
From The Rising Sun to The Friend at Hand

And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
"You'd really had thought she ought to be dead"
And who would ever suppose that
That was Grizabella, the glamour cat

Bombalurina
Grizabella, the glamour cat

Demter & Bombalurina
Grizabella, the glamour cat

All
And who would ever suppose that
That was Grizabella, the glamour cat

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 helpssing his praises. He responds, to her great delight, by kissing her hand