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

Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever at large
From Gravesend up to Oxford he 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 world from one eye

The cottagers of knew something of his fame
At Hammersmith and Putney, shuddered at his name
They would 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 Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage
Woe the bandicoot that lurks on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with whom came to grips

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

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

In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger alone

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

had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
And the lady seemed enraptured by my baritone
Disposed to relaxation and no surprise
But the moonlight shone from a thousand bright blue eyes

And closer and closer the sampans circled 'round
And yet from all the enemy there was not a sound
The foe was armed with forks and cruel carving knives
And the lovers sang their 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 came a rush,
For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was polite;

A very house, from basement to garret
A nice 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 Lily LaRose, the barmaid was,
She'd say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! give us,
Come give us a 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 would make us all order more beer.
Lily, she was a girl what had in her head;
She wouldn't 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 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 that corkscrew she had

And say "Billy! M'Caw!
give us a tune on your pastoral flute!"
And strike up on his pastoral flute,
And strike up on his pastoral flute.
And then we'd feel balmy, in eye a tear,
And would make 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 feel 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 Mongolian hordes
Abandoning their sampans, the chinks they aboard
Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, their
battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks

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

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

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

These productions are all very well
But there's to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery I made history