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Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the hidden paw |
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For he's the master criminal who can defy the law |
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He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair |
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For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! |
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Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity |
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He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity |
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His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare |
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But when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! |
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You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air |
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But I tell you once and once again Macavity's not there! |
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Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin |
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You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunked in |
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His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed |
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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 |
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And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake |
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Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity |
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For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity |
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You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square |
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But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there! |
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He's outwardly respectable, I know he cheats at cards |
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And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's |
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And when the larder's looted or the jewel case is rifled |
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Or when the milk is missing or another peke's been stifled |
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Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair |
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There's the wonder of the thing Macavity's not there! |
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Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity |
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There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity |
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He always has an alibi and one or two to spare |
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What ever time the deed took place Macavity's not there! |
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And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known |
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I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone |
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Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time |
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Just controls the operations: the Napolean of crime! |
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Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity |
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He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity |
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You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square |
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But when a crime's discovered then Macavity |
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Macavity, Macavity, Macavity |
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When a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there! |
