Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats – Cats

1. OVERTURE

2. PROLOGUE: JELLICLE SONGS FOR JELLICLE CATS

Are you blind when you’re born? Can you see in the dark?

Dare you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne?

Can you say of your bite that it’s worse than your bark?

Are you cock of the wall when you’re walking alone?

Because Jellicles are and Jellicles do

Jellicles do and Jellicles would

Jellicles would and Jellicles can

Jellicles can and Jellicles do

When you fall on your head do you land on your feet?

Are you tense when you sense there’s a storm in the air?

Can you find your way blind when you’re lost in the street?

Do you know how to go to the heaviside layer?

Because Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Jellicles do and Jellicles can

Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Jellicles do and Jellicles can

Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Can you ride on a broomstick to places far distant?

Familiar with candle, with book and with bell?

Were you Wittington’s friend? The pied piper’s assistant?

Have you been a alumnus of heaven and hell?

Are you mean like a minx? Are you lean like a lynx?

Are you keen to be seen when you’re smelling a rat?

Were you there when the Pharoah’s commisioned the Sphinx?

If you were, and you are, you’re a Jellicle cat

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

We can dive through the air like a flying trapeze

We can turn doublr somersaults, bounce on a tire

We can run up a wall, we can swing through the trees

We can balance on bars, we can walk on a wire

Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Can you sing at one time in more than one key

Duets by Rossini and waltzes by Strauss

And can you (as cats do) begin with a ‘C’

That always triumphantly brings down the house?

Jellicle cats are queen of the nights

Singing at astronomical heights

Handling pieces from the messiah,

Hallelujah, angelical choir

The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity


Life to the everlasting cat!

Feline, fearless, faithfull and true

To others who do-what

Jellicles do and Jellicles can

Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Jellicle cats sing Jellicle chants

Jellicle old and Jellicles new

Jellicle song and Jellicle dance

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Practical cats, dramatical cats

Pragmatical cats, fanatical cats

Oratorical cats, delphicoracle cats

Skeptical cats, dispeptical cats

Romantical cats, pedantical cats

Critical cats, parasitical cats

Allegorical cats, metaphorical cats

Statistical cats, mystical cats

Political cats, hypocritical cats

Clerical cats, hysterical cats

Cynical cats, rabbinical cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

There’s a man over there with a look of surprise

As much as to say well now, how about that?

Do I actually see with my own very eyes

A man who’s not heard of a Jellicle cat?

What’s a Jellicle cat? What’s a Jellicle cat?

3. THE NAMING OF CATS

The naming of cats is a difficult matter,

It isn’t just one of your holiday games

You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter

When I tell you a cat must have three different names

First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily

Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,

Such as a Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey —

All of them sensible, everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter

Some for the gentleman, some for the dames

Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter–

But all of them sensible everyday names

But I tell you a cat needs a name that’s particular

A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified

Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular

Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum’

Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or Coricopat

Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum–

Names that never belong to more than one cat

But above and beyond there’s still one name left over

And that is the name that you never will guess;

The name that no human research can recover

But the cat himself knows, and will never confess

When you notice a cat in profound meditation

The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is enraged in a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name

His ineffable, effable, effinineffible

Deep and instructable singular name

Name, name, name, name, name, name

4. THE INVITATION TO THE JELLICLE BALL

Jellicle cats come out tonight

Jellicle cats come one come all

The Jellicle moon is shining bright

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.

Jellicle cats come out tonight,

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.

Jellicle cats come out tonight

Jellicle cats come one come all

The Jellicle moon is shining bright

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.

Jellicle cats come out tonight

Jellicle cats come one come all

The Jellicle moon is shining bright

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.

Jellicle cats meet once a year

At the Jellicle Ball where we all rejoice

And the Jellicle leader will soon appear

And make what is known as the Jellicle choice

That’s when old Deuteronomy just before dawn

Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife

Announces the cat who can now be reborn

And come back to a different Jellicle life.

Because laying up there is the heaviside layer

With wonders one Jellicle only will see

Jellicle ask because Jellicles dare

Who will it be?

5. THE OLD GUMBIE CAT

I have a Gumbie cat in my mind, her name is Jennyanydots,

Her coat is of the Tabby kind with tiger stripes and leopard spots

All day she sits beneath the stairs or on the steps or on the mat

She sits and sits and sits and sits and that’s what makes a Gumbie cat

That’s what makes a Gumbie cat

But…

When the days hustle and bustle is done

Then the Gumbie’s work is hardly but begun

And when all the family’s in bed and asleep

She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep

She is deeply concerned of the ways of the mice

Their behavior’s not good and their manners not nice

So when she got them lined up on the matting

She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting

I have a Gumbie cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots,

The curtain cord she likes to wind and tie it into sailor knots

She sits upon the windowsill, or anything that’s smooth and flat

She sits and sits and sits and sits and that’s what makes a Gumbie cat

That’s what makes a Gumbie cat

But..

When the days hustle and bustle is done

Then the Gumbie’s work is hardly but begun

She thinks that the cockroaches need employment

To prevent them from idle and wanton destroyment

So she’s formed from that lot of disorderly louts

A troop of well disciplined helpful boy scouts

With a purpose in life and a good deed to do

And she’s even created a beetles tattoo!

For she’s a jolly good fellow!

Thank you my dears

6. THE RUM TUM TUGGER

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

If you offer me pheasant I’d rather have grouse

If you put me in a house I would much prefer a flat

If you put me in a flat I’d rather have a house

If you set me on a mouse the I only want a rat

If you set me on a rat I’d rather chase a mouse

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

And there isn’t any need for me to shout it

For he will do as he do do

And there’s no doing anything about it

The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore

When you let me in, then I want to go out

I’m always on the wrong side of every door

And as soon as I’m home, I’d like to get about

I like to lie in the Bureau Drawer

And I make such a fuss if I can’t get out

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

And there isn’t any need for you to doubt it

For he will do as he do do

And there’s no doing anything about it

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast

My disobliging ways are a matter of habit

If you offer me fish then I always want a feast

When there isn’t any fish then I won’t eat rabbit

If you offer me cream then I sniff and sneer

For I only like what I find for myself

So you’ll catch me in it right up to my ears

If you put it away on the larder shelf

The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing

The Tum Tum Tugger

Doesn’t care for a cuddle

But I’ll leap upon your lap in the middle of your sewing

For there’s nothing I enjoy like a horrible muddle

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

The Tum Tum Tugger doesn’t care for a cuddle

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

And there isn’t any need for me to spout it

For he will do as he do do

And there’s no doing anything abou–t it!

7. GRIZABELLA, THE GLAMOUR CAT

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

She haunted many a low resort near the grimy road of Tottnham 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 really had thought she ought to be dead”

And who would ever suppose that that was Grizabella the glamour cat

Grizabella the glamour cat, Grizabella the glamour cat

Who would ever suppose that that was Grizabella the glamour cat

8. 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 Saint 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 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

9. MUNGOJERRIE AND RUMPLETEAZER

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were a notorious couple of cats

As knockabout clowns, quick change comedians

Tight-rope walkers and acrobats

They had an extensive reputation

Made their home in Victoria Grove

That was merely their center of operation

For they were incurable given to rove

If the area window was found ajar

And the basement looked like a field of war

If a tile or two came loose on the roof

Which presently ceased to be waterproof

If the drawers were pulled out from the bedroom chests

And you couldn’t find one of your winter vests

Or after supper one of the girls

Suddenly missed her Woolworth pearls

Then the family would say, “It’s that horrible cat!”

It was Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer

And most of the time they left it at that

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had an unusual gift of gab

They were highly efficient cat burgulars

As well and remarkably smart at a smash and grab

They made their home in Victoria Grove

They had no regular occupation

They were plausible fellows who liked to engage

A friendly policeman in conversation

When the family assembled for Sunday dinner

Their minds made up that they wouldn’t get thinner on

Argentine joint, potatoes and greens

Then the cook would appear from behind the scenes

And say in a voice that was broken with sorrow

“I’m afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow

The joint has gone from the oven like that!”

Then the family would say, “It’s that horrible cat!”

It was Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer

And most of the time they left it at that

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had a wonderful way

Of working together

And some of the time you would say it was luck

And some of the time you would say it was weather

They’d go through the house like a hurricane

And no sober person could take his oath

Was it Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer?

Or could you have sworn that it might be both?

When you heard a dining room smash

Or up from the pantry there came a loud crash

Or down from the library came a loud ping

From a vase which was commonly said to be Ming

Then the family would say: “Now which was which cat?”

It was Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

And there’s nothing at all to be done about that!

10. OLD DEUTERONOMY

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well of all things can it be really?

No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!

My mind may be wandering but I confess

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Old Deuteronomy’s lived a long time

He’s a cat who has lived many lives in succession

He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme

A long while before Queen Victoria’s accession

Old Deuteronomy’s buried nine lives

And more I am tempted to say ninety-nine

And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives

And the village is proud of him in his decline

At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy

When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall

The oldest inhabitant croaks

Well of all things can it be really?

No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!

My mind may be wandering but I confess

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well of all things can it be really?

No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!

My mind may be wandering but I confess

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well of all things can it be really?

No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!

My mind may be wandering but I confess

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well of all things can it be really?

No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!

My legs may be tottery, I must go slow

And be careful of Old Deuteronomy

11. THE JELLICLE BALL

Jellicle cats come out tonight

Jellicle cats come one, come all

The Jellicle moon is shining bright

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle cats are black and white

Jellicle cats are rather small

Jellicle cats are merry and bright

And pleasant to hear when we caterwaul

Jellicle cats have cheerful faces

Jellicle cats have bright black eyes

We like to practice our airs and graces

And wait for the jellicle moon to rise

Jellicle cats develop slowly

Jellicle cats are not too big

Jellicle cats are roly poly

We know how to dance a gavotte and a jig

Until the Jellicle moon appears

We make our toilette and take our repose

Jellicles wash behind their ears

Jellicles dry between their toes

Jellicle cats are black and white

Jellicle cats are of moderate size

Jellicles jump like a jumping jack

Jellicle cats have moonlit eyes

We’re quiet enough in the morning hours

We’re quiet enough in the afternoon

Reserving our terpsichorean powers

To dance by the light of the Jellicle moon

Jellicle cats are black and white

Jellicle cats (as we said) are small

If it happens to be a stormy night

We will practice a caper or two in the hall

If it happens the sun is shining bright

You would say we had nothing to do at all

We are resting and saving ourselves to be right

For the Jellicle moon and the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle cats come out tonight

Jellicle cats come one, come all

The Jellicle moon is shining bright

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball

12. GRIZABELLA

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

Silence. Not a sound from the pavement

Has the moon lost her memory?

She is smiling alone

In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet

And the wind begins to moan

Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning

Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters

And soon it will be morning

Memory. All alone in the moonlight

I can smile at the old days

I was beautiful then

I remember the time I knew what happiness was

Let the memory live again

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