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

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

His and appearance did not calculate to please
His coat was and seedy, it was baggy at the knees
One ear was missing, no need to tell you why
And he upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye

The of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, people shuddered at his
They would the hen house, lock up the silly goose
When the rumor ran the shore: Growltiger's on the loose!

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

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

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

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

Concentrating his on the lady Griddlebone
And his raffish were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks
As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their

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

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

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

A nice house, from basement to garret
A nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot,
The parrot, the parrot Billy M'Caw,
That 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! Billy M'Caw! give us,
Come give us a on the bar."
And Billy would on the bar, and Billy would dance on the bar.

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

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

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

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

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

Then Genghis gave the signal to his fierce hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they aboard
their sampans, their pullaways, their junks
They battened down the hatches on the within their bunks

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

The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on
Growltiger to his vast surprise was to walk the plank
He who a hundred victims had driven to that
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 was dancing on the Strand
Rats were roasted in Brentford and Victoria Dock
And a day of celebration was in Bangkok!

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