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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 feline sea and his amour, Griddlebone,
meet an untimely end after battling a of Siamese sailors.

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

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

The cottagers of Rotherhithe something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people at his name
would fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose
When the ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!

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

But most to cats of race his hatred had been vowed
To cats of foreign name and race, no quarter was
The and the Siamese regarded him with fear
it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

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

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

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

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

A very nice house, from to garret
A very house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot named 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 LaRose, the barmaid that was,
She'd say "Billy! M'Caw! Come give us,
give us a dance on the bar."
And Billy would dance on the bar, and would dance on the bar.

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

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

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

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

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

Then Genghis gave the signal to his Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, and
They battened the hatches on the crew within their bunks

Then Griddlebone she gave a for she was badly skeered
I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly
She probably escaped with I'm sure she was not drowned
But a serried ring of flashing steel did surround

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

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

These modern productions are all very
But there's nothing to equal from what I tell
That moment of when I made history