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

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

His manners and appearance did not 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 scowled upon a hostile from one forbidding eye

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

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

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

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

In the of the vessel, Growltiger stood alone

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

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

And closer still and closer the sampans circled
And yet from all the enemy was not heard a sound
The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving
And the lovers sang their last in danger of their lives

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

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

Of a night, we was all feeling bright,
And Lily LaRose, the 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 Billy dance on the bar.

And then we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And would make us all order more beer.
Lily, she was a girl had brains in her head;
She wouldn't have nothick, no not that 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 fist your eye.
But we was happy 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!
Come give us a tune on pastoral flute!"
And strike up on his pastoral flute,
And Billy'd strike up on his flute.
And then feel balmy, in each eye a tear,
And emotion would make us all order beer.

"Billy! M'Caw!
Come give us a on your moley guitar!"
Billy'd strike up on his guitar,
And strike up on his moley guitar.
And then we'd balmy, in each eye a tear,
And would 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 Mongolian
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they swarmed
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, junks
They battened down the hatches on the crew within bunks

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

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

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

These modern productions are all well
But nothing to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery I made history