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Mr. Mistoffelees You ought ask Mr. Mistoffelees, The greatest magicians have something to learn From Mr. Mistoffolees Conjuring Turn. And you'll all say: Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? He is quiet, he is small, he is black From the ears to the tip of his tail. He can creep through the tiniest crack, He can walk on the narrowest rail. He can pick any card from a pack, He is equally cunning with dice. He is always deceiving you into believing That he's only hunting for mice. He can play any trick with a cork Or a spoon and a bit of fish paste. And if you look for a knife or a fork And you think it is merely misplaced. You have seen it one moment and then it is gone! But you find it next week lying on the lawn. And we all say: Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? My manner is vague and aloof. You would think there was nobody shyer, But voice has been heard on the roof When I was curled up by the fire And have sometimes been heard by the fire When I was about on the roof. At least they all heard that somebody purred Which is uncontestable proof of my singular magical powers And I've known the family to call me in from the garden for hours While I was asleep in the hall. And not long ago, this phenomenal cat Produced seven kittens right out of a hat! And we all say: Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? And not long ago, this phenomenal cat Produced seven kittens right out of a hat! And we all say: Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees? Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the magical Mr. Mistoffolees! Memory Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower And a rose that is fading. Roses wither away. Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn. I am waiting for the day. Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife, Announces the cat who can now be reborn And come back to a different Jellicle Life. Memory, turn your face to the moonlight. Let your memory lead you. Open up, enter in And if you find there the meaning of what happiness is, Then a new life will begin. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can smile at the old days. I was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. Burnt out ends of smokey days. The stale cold smell of morning. The streetlamp dies, another night is over and Another day is dawning. Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in. When the dawn comes, Tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin. Sunlight, through the trees in the summer. Endless masquerading Like a flower as the dawn is breaking. The memory is fading. Touch me, it's so easy to leave me. All alone with the memory of my days in the sun. If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is. Look, a new day has begun. Memory Midnight Not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Memory All alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember a time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again Every streetlamp seems to beat A fatalistic warning Someone mutters in the streetlamp gutters And soon it will be morning Daylight I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I musn't give in When the dawn comes Tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin Burnt out ends of smokey days The stale, cold smell of morning The streetlamp dies Another night is over Another day is dawning Touch me It's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me You'll understand what happiness is Look, a new day has begun The Journey to the Heaviside Layer Up, up, up past the Russell Hotel. Up, up, up, up to the Heaviside Layer. Up, up, up past the Russell Hotel. Up, up, up, up to the Heaviside Layer. Up, up, up past the Russell Hotel. Up up up up to the Heaviside Layer. Up, up, up past the Russell Hotel. Up, up, up, up to the Heaviside layer. Up, up, up past the Jellicle Moon. Up, up, up, up to the Heaviside Layer. Up, up, up past the Jellicle moon. Up, up, up, up to the Heaviside Layer. The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity. Round the cathedral rang 'Vivat'. Life to the everlasting cat! The Ad-dressing of Cats You've heard of several kinds of cat And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter to understand our character. You've learned enough to take the view That cats are very much like you. You've seen us both at work and games And learnt about our proper names, Our habits and habitat, But how would you ad-dress a cat? So first, your memory I'll jog. And say: a cat is not a dog. So first, your memory I'll jog. And say: a cat is not a dog. With cats, some say one rule is true: Don't speak 'til you are spoken to. Myself, I do not hold with that. I say you should ad-dress a cat, But always bear in mind that he resents familiarity. You bow, and taking off your hat, ad-dress him in this form, "O' Cat!" Before a cat will condescend To treat you as a trusted friend, A little token of esteem is needed like a dish of cream. And you might now and then supply Some caviar or Straussburg pie. Some potted grouse or salmon paste. He's sure to have his personal taste. And so in time you reach your aim And call him by his name. A cat's entitled to expect These evidences of respect. So this is this and that is that. And there's how you ad-dress a cat. A cat's entitled to expect These evidences of respect. So this is this and that is that. And there's how you ad-dress a cat.

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