Selections from Cats

Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer Up, up, up, past the Russell

Grizabella, the Glamour Cat She haunted many a low resort 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've really have thought