CATS

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat If you offer me pheasant, I'd rather have grouse If you put me in a house, I would much prefer a flat If you put me in a flat, then I'd rather have a house If you set me on a mouse, then I only want a rat If you set me on a rat, then I'd rather chase a mouse The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn't any call for me to shout it For he will do as he do do And there's no doing anything abou-ou-ou-out it, no The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore When you let me in, then I want to go out I'm always on the wrong side of every door As soon as I get home, then I like to get about I like to lie in the bureau drawer But I make such a fuss if I can't get out, hoo The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn't any use for you to doubt it For he will do as he do do And there's no doing anything abou-ou-ou-out it The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast My disobliging ways is a matter of habit, yeah If you offer me fish, then I always want a feast When there isn't any fish, well, darling, I'm not having rabbit If you offer me cream, then I sniff and sneer For I only like what I find for myself, woo The Rum Tum Tugger Is artful and knowing The Rum Tum Tugger Doesn't care for a cuddle But I'll leap on your lap in the middle of your sewing For there's nothing I enjoy like a horrible muddle, yeah The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle Nah, nah, no more milk Milk, woo The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn't any need for me to spout it For he will do as he do do And there's no doing anything About, about, about it Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Andrew Lloyd Webber / T. S. Eliot

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement 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 Memory, all alone in the moonlight I can dream of the old days Life was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again Every street lamp seems to beat A fatalistic warning Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters And soon it will be morning Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin Burnt out ends of smoky days The stale, cold smell of morning A street lamp dies, another night is over Another day is dawning Touch me, it's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is Look, a new day has begun Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Andrew Lloyd Webber / T. S. Eliot / Trevor Nunn Memory lyrics © The Really Useful Group Ltd., Faber And Faber Ltd. Gb 1, The Really Useful Group Ltd