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