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Bustopher Jones
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Musicals
Utwór Bustopher Jones został wydany 1 lipca 1981 przez LW Entertainment Ltd jako część albumu Cats (Original 1981 London Cast)
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Data wydania1 lipca 1981
WytwórniaLW Entertainment Ltd
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM106

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Performer
Geraldine Gardner
Geraldine Gardner
Lead Vocals
Original Cast of "Cats"
Original Cast of "Cats"
Performer
Brian Blessed
Brian Blessed
Vocals
Susan Jane Tanner
Susan Jane Tanner
Vocals
Myra Sands
Myra Sands
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Richard Stilgoe
Richard Stilgoe
Songwriter
T.S. Eliot
T.S. Eliot
Songwriter
Trevor Nunn
Trevor Nunn
Songwriter
David Cullen
David Cullen
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
David Hamilton Smith
David Hamilton Smith
Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

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 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
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
For a similar reason, when game is in season
I'm found, not at Fox's, but Blimp's
I am frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen
Which is famous for winkles and shrimps
In the season of venison I give my Benison
To the Pothunter's succulent bones
And just before noon's 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
If 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
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 25 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
Written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Richard Stilgoe, T.S. Eliot, Trevor Nunn
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