DEMETER:
She's haunted many a low resort
Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
She flitted about the No-mans Land
From the Rising Sun to the Friend at Hand
And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
Youd really have thought she ought to be dead
And who would ever suppose that THAT
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat!
BOMBALURINA:
Grizabella, the Glamour Cat
DEMETER AND BOMBALURINA:
Grizabella, the Glamour Cat!
CHORUS:
Who'd have ever supposed that THAT
Was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat!
