Macavity's a Mystery cat: He's called the Hiddenpaw

For he's the 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 they 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 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'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 the jewel case is rifled

Or when the milk is missing or another peke's been stifled

Or the greenhouse glass 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

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

When a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there