Grizabella:
Remark the cat who hesitates towards you
In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye twists like a crooked pin.
Demeter:
She haunted many a low resort
Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court;
She flitted about the No Man's Land
From The Rising Sun to The Friend at Hand.
And the postman sighed, as he scratched his head:
"You'd really have thought she ought to be dead
And who would ever suppose that THAT
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat!
Bombalurina:
Grizabella, the Glamour Cat!
Grizabella, the Glamour Cat!
Who'd have ever supposed that THAT
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat!
