The Invitation to the Jellicle Ball | The Old Gumbie Cat
The Rum Tum Tugger | Grizabella
Bustopher Jones | Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer
Old Deuteronomy | The Jellicle Ball
Jellicle Cats come out tonight
Jellicle Cats are black and white
Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces
Jellicle Cats develop slowly
Jellicle Cats are white and black
We're quiet enough in the morning hours
Jellicle Cats are black and white
If it happens the sun is shining bright
Jellicle Cats come out tonight
Jellicle Cats come one, come all
The Jellicle Moon is shining bright
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball
Jellicle Cats are rather small
Jellicle Cats are merry and bright
And pleasant to hear when we caterwaul
Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes
We like to practice our airs and graces
And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise
Jellicle Cats are not too big
Jellicle Cats are roly poly
We know how to dance a gavotte and a jig
Until the Jellicle Moon appears
We make our toilette and take our repose
Jellicles wash behind their ears
Jellicles dry between their toes
Jellicle Cats are of moderate size
Jellicles jump like a jumping jack
Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes
We're quiet enough in the afternoon
Reserving our terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon
Jellicle Cats (as we said) are small
If it happens to be a stormy night
We will pracitce a caper or two in the hall
You would say we had nothing to do at all
We are resting and saving ourselves to be right
For the Jellicle Moon and the Jellicle Ball
Jellicle Cats come one, come all
The Jellicle Moon is shining bright
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball
She haunted many a low resort
Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
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 had thought she ought to be dead
And who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat!"
Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Who would ever suppose that that
Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat
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
