The next cat to join the proceedings is the hefty "Bustopher 
Jones." A large "twenty-five pounder," always clad in his 
signature white spats, Bustopher spends his time eating, eating 
and eating in one of the many English pubs and clubs that he 
frequents. Jennyanydots is quite besauntered with him, and helps 
sing his praises. He responds, to her great delight, by kissing 
her hand. 
SOLO: 
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 we walk 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 

BUSTOPHER JONES: 
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 

SOLO: 
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 
BUSTOPHER JONES: 
Or I am a bounder 

SOLO: 
And he`s putting on weight every day 

BUSTOPHER JONES: 
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!