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's 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 black   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      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