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
And 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, Macvity
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 he jewel cases rifled
Or when the milk is missing
Or another Peke's been stifled
Or the greenhouse 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 a alibi
And one or two to spare
Whatever time the deed took place
Macavity wasn't 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
When a crime's discovered
Then Macavity's not there
Macavity's not there
We have to find old Deuteronomy
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 And 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, Macvity 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 he jewel cases rifled Or when the milk is missing Or another Peke's been stifled Or the greenhouse 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 a alibi And one or two to spare Whatever time the deed took place Macavity wasn't 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 When a crime's discovered Then Macavity's not there Macavity's not there We have to find old Deuteronomy Explain Request ×
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