Grizabella, The Glamour Cat

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 really ha' thought she'd ought to be dead

And who would ever suppose that THAT

Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat?

Grizabella, the Glamour Cat

Grizabella, the Glamour Cat

Who would ever suppose that THAT

Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?