Macavity (From Cats)

Macavity's a mystery cat

He's called the hidden paw

For he's a master criminal

Who can defy the law

He's the Baphomet of Scotland Yard

The flying squad's despair

For when they reach the scene of crime

Macavity's not there

Macavity, Macavity

There's no one like Macavity

He's broken every human law

He breaks the law of gravity

His powers of levitation

Would make a beggar stare

And when you reach the scene of crime

Macavity's not there

You may seek him in the basement

You may look up in the air

But I'll tell you once and once again

Macavity's not there

Macavity's a ginger cat

He's very tall and thin

You would know him if you saw him

For his eyes are sunken in

His brow is deeply lined with thought

His head is slightly domed

His coat is dusty from neglect

His whiskers are uncombed

He sways his head from side to side

With movements like a snake

And when you think he's half asleep

He's always wide awake

Macavity, Macavity

There's no one like Macavity

For he's a fiend in feline shape

A monster of depravity

You may meet him in a back street

You may see him in a square

But when the crime's discovered then

Macavity's not there

He's outwardly respectable

I know he cheats at cards

And his footprints are not found in any

Files of Scotland Yard's

And when the larder's looted

Or a jewel case is rifled

Or when the milk is missing

Or another pig's been stifled

Or the greenhouse glass is broken

And the tread is past repair

There's a wonder of the thing

Macavity's not there

Macavity, Macavity

There's no one like Macavity

He's a fiend in feline shape

A monster of depravity

You may see him in a back street

You may see him in a square

But when the crime's discovered then

Macavity, oh

Macavity, oh Macavity

He's not there