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 ever suppose that THAT Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat?