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Growltiger's Last Stand
including 'The Ballad of Billy McCaw'
CHORUS: Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a barge In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims Rejoicing in his title of
GROWLTIGER: The 'Terror of the Thames'! Ha ha ha ha!
GRUMBUSKIN: His manners and appearance did not calculate to please His coat was torn and seedy, it was baggy at the knees One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye
CHORUS: The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame At Hammersmith and Putney, people shuddered at his name They would fortify the hen house, lock up the silly goose When the rumor ran along the shore:
GROWLTIGER: Growltiger's on the loose! Ha ha ha ha!
SOLOS: Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage Woe the bristly bandicoot that lurks on foreign ships And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips
But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed To cats of foreign name and race, no quarter was allowed The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear
TUMBLEBRUTUS: Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molesey lay
CHORUS: All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side
GRUMBUSKIN: Growltiger's bucko mate, Grumbuskin, long since had disappeared For to the bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard
TUMBLEBRUTUS: And his bosun, Tumblebrutus, he too had stol'n away In the yard behind the lion he was prowling for his prey
GROWLTIGER: In the forepeak of the vessel, Growltiger sat alone
GRIDDLEBONE: Concentrating his attention on the lady Griddlebone
CREW: And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks
SIAMESE: As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks
GROWLTIGER: Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
GRIDDLEBONE: And the lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone
BOTH: Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise
SIAMESE: But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes
And closer still and closer the sampans circled 'round And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives
GROWLTIGER AND GRIDDLEBONE: And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives
GROWLTIGER: Oh, how well I remember the Old Bull and Bush Where we used to go down of a Saturday night Where, when anything happened, it come with a rush For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very polite
A very nice house, from basement to garret Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com A very nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot-- The parrot, the parrot named Billy McCaw That brought all those folks to the bar Ah! He was the life of the bar.
Of a Saturday night, we was all feeling bright And Lily La Rose -- the barmaid that was -- She'd say, 'Billy, Billy McCaw! Come give us, come give us a dance on the bar!' And Billy would dance on the bar And Billy would dance on the bar And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear And emotion would make us all order more beer
Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head She wouldn't have nothing, no not that much said If it come to an argument or a dispute She'd settle it offhand with the toe of her boot Or as likely as not put a fist through your eye Or when we was happy and just a bit dry Or when we was thirsty and just a bit sad, She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had And say,
GROWLTIGER AND GRIDDLEBONE: 'Billy, Billy McCaw!
GROWLTIGER: 'Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!' And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute
GROWLTIGER AND GRIDDLEBONE: And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute
GROWLTIGER: And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear And emotion would make us all order more beer
GROWLTIGER AND GRIDDLEBONE: 'Billy, Billy McCaw! Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!' And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear And emotion would make us all order more beer
CHORUS: Billy, Billy McCaw! Come give us a tune on your moley guitar
GROWLTIGER: Ah! He was the life of the bar.
GENGHIS: Then Genghis gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian hordes With a frightful burst of fireworks, the chinks they swarmed aboard Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways, and junks They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks
Then Griddlebone she gave a screech for she was badly skeered I'm sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared
GROWLTIGER: She probably escaped with ease I'm sure she was not drowned
CHORUS: But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround
The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-flip, ker-flop!
GROWLTIGER: Ahhhhh!!!
CHORUS: Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the Strand Rats were roasted whole in Brentford and Victoria Dock And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok!
(DANCE -- SIAMESE)
GUS: These modern productions are all very well But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell That moment of mystery when I made history
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