Bustopher Jones, is not skin and bones
In fact, he's remarkably fat
He doesn't haunt pubs, he has 8 or 9 clubs
For he's the St.James street Cat
He's the cat we all greet as he walks down the street
In his coat is fastidious black
No common - place mousers have such well cut trousers
Or such an impeccable back
In the whole of St. James the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of up proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats
My visits are occasional to The Senior Educational
And it is the against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
And The Joint Superior Schools
For a similar reason, when gmes is in season
I'm found not a Foxes, but Blimps
I am frequently seen at the Gay Stage and Scree
Which is famous for winkles, and Shrimps
In the season of venison I give my ben'son
To the Pothunters succulent bones
And just before noon, 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
When I look full of gloom then I've lunched at The Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton
In the whole of St. Jame's the smartest of names is
the name of this Brummel of cats
And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white, Bustopher Jones in white
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 the 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.