Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ And the postman sighed ♪
And five, six, seven.
Oh, it-it's mine.
♪ Of Scotland Yard's ♪
♪ I like to lie in a bureau drawer ♪
♪ "Oh, well, I never ♪
♪ Grizabella the Glamour Cat ♪
♪ Not forgetting ♪
♪ For I once was a star of the highest degree ♪
T-Touch wood.
♪ Which is famous for winkles and shrimps ♪
♪ Abou-awou-awou-out it ♪
♪ Yet I was, in my youth, quite the smartest of cats ♪
♪ To the Heaviside Layer ♪
♪ "Oh, well, I never ♪
♪ But it's wild and it's free ♪
♪ If you offer me pheasant, I'd rather have grouse ♪
Yes.
♪ The Flying Squad's despair ♪
♪ At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy ♪
♪ And there's not a speck of dust on the floor ♪
♪ Rumpelteazer ♪
♪ We are resting and saving ourselves to be right ♪
♪ Would you sit on his throne? ♪
♪ And their manners not nice ♪
♪ Dramatical cats ♪
♪ Doesn't care for a cuddle ♪
Macavity.
♪ You may see him in the square ♪
his tail perpendicular?
♪ Macavity's not there ♪
♪ "Well, of all things ♪
Please.
♪ Or up from the pantry there comes a loud crash ♪
I'm supposed to be going to the ball.
♪ Alone and haunted ♪
♪ "Oh, well, I never ♪
♪ Jellicle cats are merry and bright ♪
♪ He sways his head from side to side ♪
♪ O Cat ♪
♪ Tonight will be a memory, too ♪
♪ I am waiting ♪
♪ Or when the milk is missing ♪
♪ So I'll dance with these beautiful ♪
♪ "Vivat" ♪
♪ On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton ♪
'Cause those notes are, like...
And so...
♪ And some of the time ♪
♪ "Yes, no, ho, hi, oh, my eye ♪
♪ Macavity wasn't there ♪
You'll never get me up there on your own,
♪ There's no doing anything, yeah ♪
♪ You would think there was nobody shyer ♪
♪ There's no one like Macavity ♪
Bravo, Gus.
There must be something we can do.
♪ And can you, as cats do, begin with a "C"? ♪
♪ Grizabella the Glamour Cat ♪
Okay, so it's Growl... Growltiger, you say?
♪ And there's no doing anything ♪
♪ So this is this ♪
♪ "Was there ever a cat so clever ♪
♪ Would be searching high and low ♪
♪ We make our toilette and take our repose ♪
I love it.
♪ Then the guard looks in politely ♪
♪ If you put me in a flat, then I'd rather have a house ♪
♪ Then he gives one flash of his glass-green eyes ♪
♪ I'm not skin and bones ♪
♪ A fatalistic warning ♪