Etcetera and her Tugger
JEMIMA: If there's one cat we all love ELECTRA: It has got to be she
VICTORIA: Spotted white fur?
ETCETERA: Well that'll have to be me!
RUMPELTEAZER: Who else would have such fanatical vibration?
ELECTRA: And a spontaneous, crazy sweet craved sensation!
RUMPELTEAZER: With her heart full of devotion, emotion, of glee-
ETCETERA: I hope those are reasons you simply love me
JEMIMA: But there's one little thing-
RUMPELTEAZER: It's a bit of a bugger...
VICTORIA: That nothing-
ELECTRA: And we mean nothing...
VICTORIA: Separates Etcetera and her Tugger
(song slows into a dramatic, opera like solo piece)
ETCETERA: Oh when he comes out, love fills my air
And I develop a strange, and obsessive mad stare
His beautiful black fur embraced with wild lion's hair,
And his eyes dark and deepened so faaaaiiiirrr....
There's nothing more that I want. . .
Except maybe a juggler!
(pauses, and looks at her fellow cats who are in shock. She bites her lip apologetically and continues)
No there's nothing Just nothing I want more than Tugger
(song goes back to a faster, more enjoyable beat)
JEMIMA: She's sweet
JEMIMA AND VICTORIA: And sympathetic
ELECTRA: She's a lovable kitten
RUMPELTEAZER: With not one ounce of her is not as much as is smitten
VICTORIA: She's festive with a version of diversity all her own
JEMIMA: And the cats behind the alley of the university, she is known.
ELECTRA: She's excitable- exhilarating!
JEMIMA: Not one ounce infuriating!
VICTORIA: But there's one little thing
RUMPELTEAZER: Oh, how it's a bugger
VICTORIA: That nothing
ELECTRA: Frightfully nothing
VICTORIA: Separates Etcetera and her Tugger
(song again slows)
ETCETERA: Oh what can I do, there seems nothing else.
There's very little I can do to get by
Underneath this exterior, I have another side
Trying to figure out who exactly am I?
THE RUM TUM TUGGER: Etcetera's her name, and I couldn't be prouder
If I could, and I would, scream her name even louder
She's honest and keen, reliable and there for
Quite anything, there's no kitten I care for moooreee T
here's nothing more that she wants-
And I wish I could hug her
Nothing would separate-
And that's a promise
Etcetera and her Tugger
