Macavity

Cats

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    Macavity's a mystery cat
    He's called the Hidden Paw
    For he's a master criminal
    Who can defy the law

    He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard
    The Flying Squad's despair
    For when you reach the scene of crime
    Macavity's not there!

    Macavity, Macavity
    There's no one like Macavity
    He's broken every human law
    He breaks the law of gravity

    His powers of levitation
    Would make a fakir stare
    And when you reach the scene of crime
    Macavity's not there!

    You may seek him in a basement
    You may look up in the air
    But I tell you once, and once again
    Macavity is not there!

    Macavity's a ginger cat
    He's very tall and thin
    You would know him if you saw him
    For his eyes are sunken in

    His brow is deeply lined in thought
    His head is highly domed
    His coat is dusty from neglect
    His whiskers are uncombed

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    He sways his head from side to side
    With movements like a snake
    And when you think he's half asleep
    He's always wide awake

    Macavity, Macavity
    There's no one like Macavity
    For he's a fiend in feline shape
    A monster of depravity

    You may meet him in a by-street
    You may see him in the square
    But when a crime's discovered
    Then Macavity's not there!

    He's outwardly respectable
    I know he cheats at cards
    And his footprints are not found in any
    Files of Scotland Yard's

    And when the larder's looted
    Or the jewel case is rifled
    Or when the milk is missing
    Or another Peke's been stifled

    Or the greenhouse glass is broken
    And the trellis past repair
    There's the wonder of the thing
    Macavity's not there!

    Macavity, Macavity
    There's no one like Macavity
    There never was a cat
    Of such deceitfulness and suavity

    He always has an alibi
    And one or two to spare
    What ever time the deed took place
    Macavity wasn't there!

    And they say that all the cats
    Whose wicked deeds are widely known
    I might mention Mungojerrie
    I might mention Griddlebone

    Are nothing more than agents
    For he's a cat who all the time
    Just controls the operations
    The Napoleon of crime

    Macavity, Macavity
    There's no one like Macavity
    He's a fiend in feline shape
    A monster of depravity

    You may meet him in a by-street
    You may see him in the square
    But when a crime's discovered
    Then Macavity, Macavity, Macavity, Macavity

    When a crime's discovered
    Then Macavity's not there!

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    Composición: Andrew Lloyd Webber y T.S. Eliot

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