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 really ha' thought she'd ought to be dead
And who would ever suppose that
that was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat
Grizabella, the Glamour Cat
Grizabella, the Glamour Cat
Who would have ever supposed that
that was Grizabella, the Glamour Cat