Macavity Lyrics

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