The Old Grumbie Cat Songtext
von T. S. Eliot
The Old Grumbie Cat Songtext
The Old Gumby Cat
I have a Gumby Cat in mind
Her name is Jennyanydots
Her coat is of the tabby kind
With tiger stripes and leopard spots
All day she sits upon the stair
Or on the steps or on the mat
She sits and sits and sits and sits
And that′s what makes a Gumby Cat!
But when the day's hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumby Cat′s work is but hardly 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 with the ways of the mice
Their behaviour's not good and their manner′s not nice
So when she has got them lined up on the matting
She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting!
I have a Gumby Cat in mind
Her name is Jennyanydots
Her equal would be hard to find
She likes the warm and sunny spots
All day she sits beside the hearth
Or on the bed or on my hat
She sits and sits and sits and sits
And that′s what makes a Gumby Cat!
But when the day's hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumby Cat′s work is but hardly begun
As she finds that the mice will not ever keep quiet
She is sure it is due to irregular diet
And believing that nothing is done without trying
She sets right to work with her baking and frying
She makes them a mouse cake of bread and dried peas
And a beautiful fry of lean bacon and cheese!
I have a Gumby Cat in mind
Her name is Jennyanydots
The curtain cord she likes to wind
And tie it into sailor knots
She sits upon the window sill
Or anything that's smooth and flat
She sits and sits and sits and sits
And that′s what makes a Gumby Cat!
But when the day's hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumby Cat′s work is but hardly begun
She thinks that the cockroaches just 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 Beatles tattoo!
So for old Gumby Cats let us now give three cheers
On whom well-ordered households depend, it appears
I have a Gumby Cat in mind
Her name is Jennyanydots
Her coat is of the tabby kind
With tiger stripes and leopard spots
All day she sits upon the stair
Or on the steps or on the mat
She sits and sits and sits and sits
And that′s what makes a Gumby Cat!
But when the day's hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumby Cat′s work is but hardly 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 with the ways of the mice
Their behaviour's not good and their manner′s not nice
So when she has got them lined up on the matting
She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting!
I have a Gumby Cat in mind
Her name is Jennyanydots
Her equal would be hard to find
She likes the warm and sunny spots
All day she sits beside the hearth
Or on the bed or on my hat
She sits and sits and sits and sits
And that′s what makes a Gumby Cat!
But when the day's hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumby Cat′s work is but hardly begun
As she finds that the mice will not ever keep quiet
She is sure it is due to irregular diet
And believing that nothing is done without trying
She sets right to work with her baking and frying
She makes them a mouse cake of bread and dried peas
And a beautiful fry of lean bacon and cheese!
I have a Gumby Cat in mind
Her name is Jennyanydots
The curtain cord she likes to wind
And tie it into sailor knots
She sits upon the window sill
Or anything that's smooth and flat
She sits and sits and sits and sits
And that′s what makes a Gumby Cat!
But when the day's hustle and bustle is done
Then the Gumby Cat′s work is but hardly begun
She thinks that the cockroaches just 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 Beatles tattoo!
So for old Gumby Cats let us now give three cheers
On whom well-ordered households depend, it appears
Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber, T. S. Eliot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
