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Growltiger`s Last Stand

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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger`s Last Stand," Gus relives one such triumph, playing the pirate Growltiger. In this sequence, Growltiger, a feared feline sea captain and his amour, Griddlebone, meet an untimely end after battling a crew of Siamese sailors. CHORUS: Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a barge In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims Rejoicing in his title of the "Terror of the Thames" His manners and appearance did not calculate to please His coat was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame At Hammersmith and Putney, people shuddered at his name They would fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose When the rumor ran along the shore: Growltiger`s on the loose! Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced Growltiger`s rage Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on foreign ships And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed To cats of foreign name and race, no quarter was allowed The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molsey lay All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone Concentrating his attention on the lady Griddlebone And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone And the lady seemed enraptured by my manly baritone Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes And closer still and closer the sampans circled `round And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives Oh, how well I remember the old Bull and Bush Where we used to go down of a Sattaday night, Where, when anything happened, it came with a rush, For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very polite; A very nice house, from basement to garret A very nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot, The parrot, the parrot named Billy M`Caw, That brought all those folk to the bar. Ah! He was the life of the bar. Of a Sattaday night, we was all feeling bright, And Lily LaRose, the barmaid that was, She`d say "Billy! Billy M`Caw! Come give us, Come give us a dance on the bar." And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar. And then we`d feel balmy, in each eye a tear, And emotion would make us all order more beer. Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head; She wouldn`t have nothick, no not that much said. If it came to an argument, or a dispute, She`d settle it offhand with the toe of her boot Or as likely as not put her fist through your eye. But when we was happy and just a bit dry, Or when we was thirsty, and just a bit sad, She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had And say "Billy! Billy M`Caw! Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!" And Billy`d strike up on his pastoral flute, And Billy`d strike up on his pastoral flute. And then we`d feel balmy, in each eye a tear, And emotion would make us all order more beer. "Billy! Billy M`Caw! Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!" Billy`d strike up on his moley guitar, And Billy`d strike up on his moley guitar. And then we`d feel balmy, in each eye a tear, And emotion would make us all order more beer. "Billy! Billy M`Caw! Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!" Ah! He was the life of the bar. CHORUS: Then Genghis gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed aboard Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, their junks They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly skeered I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared She probably escaped with ease I`m sure she was not drowned But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop At the end of all his crimes was forced to go kerflip, kerflop Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the Strand Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok! GUS: These modern productions are all very well But there`s nothing to equal from what I hear tell That moment of mystery when I made history

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