Grizabella, The Glamour Cat / Memory - Original London Cast Recording / 1981

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’d really have thought
She 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 ever suppose that
That was Grizabella the Glamour cat

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone

In the lamplight
The withered leaves collected at my feet
And the wind begins to moan