《猫》CAT歌舞剧歌词全文

猫CAT歌舞剧歌词全文1. OVERTURE2. PROLOGUE: JELLICLE SONGS FOR JELLICLE CATSAre you blind when youre born? Can you see in the dark?Dare you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne?Can you say of your bite that its worse than your bark?Are you cock of the wall when youre walking alone?Because Jellicles are and Jellicles doJellicles do and Jellicles wouldJellicles would and Jellicles canJellicles can and Jellicles doWhen you fall on your head do you land on your feet?Are you tense when you sense theres a storm in the air?Can you find your way blind when youre lost in the street?Do you know how to go to the heaviside layer?Because Jellicles can and Jellicles doJellicles do and Jellicles canJellicles can and Jellicles doJellicles do and Jellicles canJellicles can and Jellicles doCan you ride on a broomstick to places far distant?Familiar with candle, with book and with bell?Were you Wittingtons friend? The pied pipers assistant?Have you been a alumnus of heaven and hell?Are you mean like a minx? Are you lean like a lynx?Are you keen to be seen when youre smelling a rat?Were you there when the Pharoahs commisioned the Sphinx?If you were, and you are, youre a Jellicle catJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsWe can dive through the air like a flying trapezeWe can turn doublr somersaults, bounce on a tireWe can run up a wall, we can swing through the treesWe can balance on bars, we can walk on a wireJellicles can and Jellicles doJellicles can and Jellicles doJellicles can and Jellicles doJellicles can and Jellicles doJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsCan you sing at one time in more than one keyDuets by Rossini and waltzes by StraussAnd can you (as cats do) begin with a CThat always triumphantly brings down the house?Jellicle cats are queen of the nightsSinging at astronomical heightsHandling pieces from the messiah,Hallelujah, angelical choirThe mystical divinity of unashamed felinityLife to the everlasting cat!Feline, fearless, faithfull and trueTo others who do-whatJellicles do and Jellicles canJellicles can and Jellicles doJellicle cats sing Jellicle chantsJellicle old and Jellicles newJellicle song and Jellicle danceJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsPractical cats, dramatical catsPragmatical cats, fanatical catsOratorical cats, delphicoracle catsSkeptical cats, dispeptical catsRomantical cats, pedantical catsCritical cats, parasitical catsAllegorical cats, metaphorical catsStatistical cats, mystical catsPolitical cats, hypocritical catsClerical cats, hysterical catsCynical cats, rabbinical catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsJellicle songs for Jellicle catsTheres a man over there with a look of surpriseAs much as to say well now, how about that?Do I actually see with my own very eyesA man whos not heard of a Jellicle cat?Whats a Jellicle cat? Whats a Jellicle cat?3. THE NAMING OF CATSThe naming of cats is a difficult matter,It isn抰 just one of your holiday gamesYou may think at first I抦 as mad as a hatterWhen I tell you a cat must have three different namesFirst of all, there抯 the name that the family use dailySuch as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,Such as a Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey -All of them sensible, everyday names.There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeterSome for the gentleman, some for the damesSuch as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter-But all of them sensible everyday namesBut I tell you a cat needs a name that抯 particularA name that抯 peculiar, and more dignifiedElse how can he keep up his tail perpendicularOr spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum?Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or CoricopatSuch as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-Names that never belong to more than one catBut above and beyond there抯 still one name left overAnd that is the name that you never will guess;The name that no human research can recoverBut the cat himself knows, and will never confessWhen you notice a cat in profound meditationThe reason, I tell you, is always the same:His mind is enraged in a rapt contemplationOf the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his nameHis ineffable, effable, effinineffibleDeep and instructable singular nameName, name, name, name, name, name4. THE INVITATION TO THE JELLICLE BALLJellicle cats come out tonightJellicle cats come one come allThe Jellicle moon is shining brightJellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.Jellicle cats come out tonight,Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.Jellicle cats come out tonightJellicle cats come one come allThe Jellicle moon is shining brightJellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.Jellicle cats come out tonightJellicle cats come one come allThe Jellicle moon is shining brightJellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.Jellicle cats meet once a yearAt the Jellicle Ball where we all rejoiceAnd the Jellicle leader will soon appearAnd make what is known as the Jellicle choiceThat抯 when old Deuteronomy just before dawnThrough a silence you feel you could cut with a knifeAnnounces the cat who can now be rebornAnd come back to a different Jellicle life.Because laying up there is the heaviside layerWith wonders one Jellicle only will seeJellicle ask because Jellicles dareWho will it be?5. THE OLD GUMBIE CATI have a Gumbie cat in my mind, her name is Jennyanydots,Her coat is of the Tabby kind with tiger stripes and leopard spotsAll day she sits beneath the stairs or on the steps or on the matShe sits and sits and sits and sits and that抯 what makes a Gumbie catThat抯 what makes a Gumbie catBut.When the days hustle and bustle is doneThen the Gumbie抯 work is hardly but begunAnd when all the family抯 in bed and asleepShe tucks up her skirts to the basement to creepShe is deeply concerned of the ways of the miceTheir behavior抯 not good and their manners not niceSo when she got them lined up on the mattingShe teaches them music, crocheting and tattingI have a Gumbie cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots,The curtain cord she likes to wind and tie it into sailor knotsShe sits upon the windowsill, or anything that抯 smooth and flatShe sits and sits and sits and sits and that抯 what makes a Gumbie catThat抯 what makes a Gumbie catBut.When the days hustle and bustle is doneThen the Gumbies work is hardly but begunShe thinks that the cockroaches need employmentTo prevent them from idle and wanton destroymentSo shes formed from that lot of disorderly loutsA troop of well disciplined helpful boy scoutsWith a purpose in life and a good deed to doAnd shes even created a beetles tattoo!For shes a jolly good fellow!Thank you my dears6. THE RUM TUM TUGGERThe Rum Tum Tugger is a curious catIf you offer me pheasant Id rather have grouseIf you put me in a house I would much prefer a flatIf you put me in a flat Id rather have a houseIf you set me on a mouse the I only want a ratIf you set me on a rat Id rather chase a mouseThe Rum Tum Tugger is a curious catAnd there isnt any need for me to shout itFor he will do as he do doAnd there抯 no doing anything about itThe Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible boreWhen you let me in, then I want to go outIm always on the wrong side of every doorAnd as soon as Im home, Id like to get aboutI like to lie in the Bureau DrawerAnd I make such a fuss if I cant get outThe Rum Tum Tugger is a curious catAnd there isn抰 any need for you to doubt itFor he will do as he do doAnd there抯 no doing anything about itThe Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beastMy disobliging ways are a matter of habitIf you offer me fish then I always want a feastWhen there isn抰 any fish then I won抰 eat rabbitIf you offer me cream then I sniff and sneerFor I only like what I find for myselfSo you抣l catch me in it right up to my earsIf you put it away on the larder shelfThe Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowingThe Tum Tum TuggerDoesn抰 care for a cuddleBut I抣l leap upon your lap in the middle of your sewingFor there抯 nothing I enjoy like a horrible muddleThe Rum Tum Tugger is a curious catThe Tum Tum Tugger doesn抰 care for a cuddleThe Rum Tum Tugger is a curious catAnd there isn抰 any need for me to spout itFor he will do as he do doAnd there抯 no doing anything abou-t it!7. GRIZABELLA, THE GLAMOUR CATRemark the cat who hesitates toward youIn the light of the door which opens on her like a grinYou see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sandAnd you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pinShe haunted many a low resort near the grimy road of Tottnham CourtShe flitted about the no-man抯 landFrom 搕he rising sun?to 搕he friend at hand?And the postman sighed as he scratched his head揧ou really had thought she ought to be dead?And who would ever suppose that that was Grizabella the glamour catGrizabella the glamour cat, Grizabella the glamour catWho would ever suppose that that was Grizabella the glamour cat8. BUSTOPHER JONESBustopher Jones is not skin and bonesIn fact, hes remarkably fatHe doesnt haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubsFor hes the Saint Jamess Street cat!Hes the cat we all greet as he walks down the streetIn his coat of fastidious blackNo common-place mousers have such well cut trousersOr such an impeccable backIn the whole of St. Jamess the smartest of names isThe name of this Brummell of catsAnd were all of us proud to be nodded or bowed toBy Bustopher Jones in white spatsMy visits are occasional to the senior educationalAnd it is against the rulesFor any one cat to belong both to thatAnd the joint superior schoolsWhen Im seen in a hurry theres probably curryAt the Siamese or at the gluttonWhen I look full of gloom then Ive lunched at the tombOn cabbage, rice pudding and muttonIn the whole of St. Jamess the smartest of names isThe name of this Brummell of catsAnd were all of us proud to be nodded or bowed toBy Bustopher Jones in white spatsSo much in this way passes Bustophers dayAt one club or another hes foundIt can be no surprise that under our eyesHe has grown unmistakably roundHes a twenty-five pounder or I am a bounderAnd hes putting on weight every dayBut Im so well preserved because Ive observedAll my life a routine and Id sayI am still in my prime, I shall last out my timeThats the word from this stoutest of catsIt must and it shall be spring in Pall MallWhile Bustopher Jones wears whiteBustopher Jones wears whiteBustopher Jones wears white spats9. MUNGOJERRIE AND RUMPLETEAZERMungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were a notorious couple of catsAs knockabout clowns, quick change comediansTight-rope walkers and acrobatsThey had an extensive reputationMade their home in Victoria GroveThat was merely their center of operationFor they were incurable given to roveIf the area window was found ajarAnd the basement looked like a field of warIf a tile or two came loose on the roofWhich presently ceased to be waterproofIf the drawers were pulled out from the bedroom chestsAnd you couldnt find one of your winter vestsOr after supper one of the girlsSuddenly missed her Woolworth pearlsThen the family would say, Its that horrible cat!It was Mungojerrie or RumpleteazerAnd most of the time they left it at thatMungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had an unusual gift of gabThey were highly efficient cat burgularsAs well and remarkably smart at a smash and grabThey made their home in Victoria GroveThey had no regular occupationThey were plausible fellows who liked to engageA friendly policeman in conversationWhen the family assembled for Sunday dinnerTheir minds made up that they wouldnt get thinner onArgentine joint, potatoes and greensThen the cook would appear from behind the scenesAnd say in a voice that was broken with sorrowIm afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrowThe joint has gone from the oven like that!Then the family would say, Its that horrible cat!It was Mungojerrie or RumpleteazerAnd most of the time they left it at thatMungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had a wonderful wayOf working togetherAnd some of the time you would say it was luckAnd some of the time you would say it was weatherTheyd go through the house like a hurricaneAnd no sober person could take his oathWas it Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer?Or could you have sworn that it might be both?When you heard a dining room smashOr up from the pantry there came a loud crashOr down from the library came a loud pingFrom a vase which was commonly said to be MingThen the family would say: Now which was which cat?It was Mungojerrie and RumpleteazerAnd theres nothing at all to be done about that!10. OLD DEUTERONOMYI believe it is Old DeuteronomyWell of all things can it be really?No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!My mind may be wandering but I confessI believe it is Old DeuteronomyOld Deuteronomys lived a long timeHes a cat who has lived many lives in successionHe was famous in proverb and famous in rhymeA long while before Queen Victorias accessionOld Deuteronomys buried nine livesAnd more I am tempted to say ninety-nineAnd his numerous progeny prospers and thrivesAnd the village is proud of him in his declineAt the sight of that placid and bland physiognomyWhen he sits in the sun on the vicarage wallThe oldest inhabitant croaksWell of all things can it be really?No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!My mind may be wandering but I confessI believe it is Old DeuteronomyWell of all things can it be really?No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!My mind may be wandering but I confessI believe it is Old DeuteronomyWell of all things can it be really?No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!My mind may be wandering but I confessI believe it is Old DeuteronomyWell of all things can it be really?No. Yes. Ho. Hi. Oh my eye!My legs may be tottery, I must go slowAnd be careful of Old Deuteronomy11. THE JELLICLE BALLJellicle cats come out tonightJellicle cats come one, come allThe Jellicle moon is shining brightJellicles come to the Jellicle BallJellicle cats are black and whiteJellicle cats are rather smallJellicle cats are merry and brightAnd pleasant to hear when we caterwaulJellicle cats have cheerful facesJellicle cats have bright black eyesWe like to practice our airs and gracesAnd wait for the jellicle moon to riseJellicle cats develop slowlyJellicle cats are not too bigJellicle cats are roly polyWe know how to dance a gavotte and a jigUntil the Jellicle moon appearsWe make our toilette and take our reposeJellicles wash behind their earsJellicles dry between their toesJellicle cats are black and whiteJellicle cats are of moderate sizeJellicles jump like a jumping jackJellicle cats have moonlit eyesWere quiet enough in the morning hoursWere quiet enough in the afternoonReserving our terpsichorean powersTo dance by the light of the Jellicle moonJellicle cats are black and whiteJellicle cats (as we said) are smallIf it happens to be a stormy nightWe will practice a caper or two in the hallIf it happens the sun is shining brightYou would say we had nothing to do at allWe are resting and saving ourselves to be rightFor the Jellicle moon and the Jellicle BallJellicle cats come out tonightJellicle cats come one, come allThe Jellicle moon is shining brightJellicles come to the Jellicle Ball12. GRIZABELLAYou see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sandAnd you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pinSilence. Not a sound from the pavementHas the moon lost her memory?She is smiling aloneIn the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feetAnd the wind begins to moanEvery street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warningSomeone mutters and the streetlamp guttersAnd soon it will be morningMemory. All alone in the moonlightI can smile at the old daysI was beautiful thenI remember the time I knew what happiness wasLet the memory live again13. THE MOMENTS OF HAPPINESSThe moments of happinessWe had the experience but missed the meaningAnd approach to the meaning restores the experienceIn a different form beyond any meaningWe can assign to happinessThe past experience revived in the meaningIs not the experience of one life onlyBut of many generationsNot forgetting something that is probably quite ineffableMoonlightTurn your face to the moonlightLet your memory lead youOpen up, enter inIf you find there the meaning of what happiness isThen a new life will begin14. GUS: THE THEATRE CATGus is the cat at the theatre doorHis name, as I ought to have told you beforeIs really Asparagus, but thats such a fuss to pronounceThat we usually call him just GusHis coats very shabby, hes thin as a rakeAnd he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shakeYet he was in his youth, quite the smartest of catsBut no longer a terror to mice or to ratsFor he isnt the cat that he was in his primeThough his name was quite famous, he says, in his timeAnd whenever he joins his friends at their club(Which takes place at the back of the neighboring pub)He loves to regale them, if someone else paysWith anecdotes drawn from his palmiest daysFor he once was a star of the highest degreeHe has acted with Irving, hes acted with TreeAnd he likes to relate his success on the hallsWhere the gallery once gave him seven cat callsBut his greatest creation as he loves to tellWas Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fellI have played in my time every possible partAnd I used to know seventy speeches by heartId extemporize backchat, I knew how to gagAnd I knew how to let the cat out of the bagI knew how to act with my back and my tailWith an hour of rehearsal, I never could failId a voice that would soften the hardest of heartsWhether I took the lead, or in character partsI have sat by the bedside of poor little NellWhen the curfew was rung then I swung on the bellIn the pantomime season, I never fell flatAnd I once understudied Dick Whittingtons catBut my grandest creation, as history will tellWas Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fellThen, if someone will give him a toothful of ginHe will tell how he once played a part in East LynneAt a Shakespeare performance he once walked on patWhen some actor suggested the need for a catAnd I say now these kittens, they do not get trainedAs we did in the days when Victoria reignedThey never get drilled in a regular troupeAnd they think they are smart just to jump through a hoopAnd he says as he scratches himself with his claws:Well the theatre is certainly not what is wasThese modern productions are all very wellBut theres nothing to equal from what I hear tellThat moment of mystery when I made historyAs Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fellI once crossed the stage on the telegraph wireTo rescue a child when a hou