Sarah Brightman

Macavitys a mystery cat, hes called the hidden paw
For hes the master criminal who can defy the law
Hes the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squads despair
For when they reach the scene of crime Macavitys not there.
Macavity, Macavity, theres no one like Macavity
Hes 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 Macavitys not there.
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air
But I tell you once and once again Macavitys not there.
Macavitys a ginger cat, hes very tall and thin
You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunked in
His brow is deeply lined with 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 hes half asleep, hes always wide awake
Macavity, Macavity, theres no one like Macavity
For hes 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 crimes discovered then Macavitys not there.
Hes outwardly respectable, I know he cheats at cards
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yards
And when the larders looted or the jewel case is rifled
Or when the milk is missing or another pekes been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
Theres the wonder of the thing Macavitys not there.
Macavity, Macavity, theres 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
What ever time the deed took place Macavitys 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 Napolean of crime.
Macavity, Macavity, theres no one like Macavity
Hes 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 crimes discovered then Macavity
Macavity, Macavity, Macavity
When a crimes discovered then Macavitys not there.
[ Macavity: The Mystery Cat Lyrics ]