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Macavity! Macavity's a mystery cat |
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He's called the Hidden Paw |
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For he's a master criminal who can defy the law |
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He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard |
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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 |
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He breaks the law of gravity |
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His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare |
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And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! |
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You may seek him in the basement |
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You may look up in the air |
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But I tell you once and once again |
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Macavity's not there! |
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Macavity's a ginger cat |
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He's very tall and thin |
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You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in |
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His brow is deeply lined in thought |
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His head is highly domed |
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His coat is dusty from neglect |
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His whiskers are uncombed |
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He sways his head from side to side |
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With movements like a snake |
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And when you think he's half asleep |
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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 |
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A monster of depravity |
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You may meet him in a by-street |
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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 |
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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 |
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Or the jewel cases rifled |
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Or when the milk is missing |
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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: |
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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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Whatever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't 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, Rumpelteazer, 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 |
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The Napoleon 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 |
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A monster of depravity |
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You may meet him in a by-street |
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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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We have to find Old Deuteronomy |
