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In the fantasy sequence "Growltiger's Stand," Gus relives
one triumph, playing the pirate Growltiger. In this sequence,
Growltiger, a feared sea captain and his amour, Griddlebone,
meet an untimely end battling a crew of Siamese sailors.

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a
In fact he was the roughest cat that roamed at large
From Gravesend up to he pursued his evil aims
in his title of the "Terror of the Thames"

His manners and did not calculate to please
His was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees
One ear was somewhat missing, no to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile from one forbidding eye

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his
At Hammersmith and Putney, people at his name
They fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose
When the rumor ran along the shore: on the loose!

Woe to the weak canary that from its cage
Woe to the pampered Pekinese, faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bristly bandicoot lurks on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with whom came to grips

But most to cats of foreign race his had been vowed
To cats of foreign and race, no quarter was allowed
The Persian and the Siamese him with fear
Because it was a Siamese had his missing ear

Now on a peaceful summer night all seemed at play
The tender moon was shining bright, the at Molsey lay
All in the balmy moonlight it lay on the tide
And Growltiger was to show his sentimental side

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

Concentrating his attention on the Griddlebone
And his raffish crew were sleeping in their and their bunks
As the came creeping in their sampans and their junks

Growltiger had no eye or ear for but Griddlebone
And the lady enraptured by my manly baritone
Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright eyes

And closer and closer the sampans circled 'round
And yet from all the there was not heard a sound
The foe was armed with toasting and cruel carving knives
And the lovers their last duet in danger of their lives

Oh, how I remember the old Bull and Bush
Where we used to go of a Sattaday night,
Where, when anything happened, it with a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was polite;

A very nice house, from to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the named Billy M'Caw,
brought all those folk to the bar.
Ah! He was the of the bar.

Of a Sattaday night, we was all bright,
And Lily LaRose, the barmaid was,
say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and Billy dance on the bar.

And then we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all more beer.
Lily, she was a what had brains in her head;
She have nothick, no not that much said.

If it to an argument, or a dispute,
She'd settle it offhand the toe of her boot
Or as likely as not put her fist through eye.
But when we was and just a bit dry,
Or when we was thirsty, and a bit sad,
She would rap on the bar with corkscrew she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And Billy'd strike up on his flute,
And strike up on his pastoral flute.
And then feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would us all order more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your moley guitar!"
Billy'd strike up on his guitar,
And Billy'd up on his moley guitar.
And then we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And emotion would us all order more beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your moley guitar!"
Ah! He was the of the bar.

Then Genghis the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the they swarmed aboard
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, and
battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was skeered
I am sorry to it, but she quickly disappeared
She probably escaped ease I'm sure she was not drowned
But a ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround

The foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank
Growltiger to his surprise was forced to walk the plank
He who a hundred victims had to that drop
At the end of all his crimes was to go kerflip, kerflop

Oh was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land
At Maidenhead and Henley there was on the Strand
were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock
And a day of was commanded in Bangkok!

These productions are all very well
But there's nothing to equal what I hear tell
That moment of mystery I made history