Song | Growltiger's Last Stand Including The Ballad Of Billy McCaw - UK 1981 / Musical "Cats" |
Artist | Andrew Lloyd Webber |
Album | Cats (Original Broadway Cast Recording) |
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[00:25.84] | Growltiger was a Bravo Cat who travelled on a barge |
[00:29.1] | In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large |
[00:32.82] | From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims |
[00:36.22] | Rejoicing in his title of The Terror of the Thames |
[00:43.48] | His manners and appearance did not calculate to please |
[00:26.92] | His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees |
[00:30.73] | One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why |
[00:34.41] | And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye |
[00:38.59] | The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame |
[01:03.93] | At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name |
[01:09.14] | They would fortify the henhouse, lock up the silly goose |
[01:14.68] | When the rumour ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose! |
[01:26.21] | Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage |
[01:29.82] | Woe to the pampered Pekinese that faced Growltiger's rage |
[01:33.74] | Woe to the bristly bandicoot that lurked on foreign ships |
[01:37.41] | And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips! |
[01:41.80] | But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed |
[01:46.62] | To cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed |
[01:51.31] | The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear |
[01:56.13] | Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear |
[02:09.98] | Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play |
[02:15.22] | The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molsey lay |
[02:21.2] | All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide |
[02:26.32] | And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side |
[02:36.64] | Growltiger's bucko mate Grumbskin long since had disappered |
[02:41.98] | For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard |
[02:47.93] | And his bosun Tumblebrutus, he too had stolen away |
[02:53.23] | In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey |
[03:00.25] | In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sat alone |
[03:05.43] | Concentrating his attention on the lady Griddlebone |
[03:10.86] | And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks |
[03:15.96] | As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks |
[03:21.88] | Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone |
[03:27.27] | And the lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone |
[03:33.32] | Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise |
[03:38.87] | But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes |
[03:45.14] | And closer still and closer the sampans circled round |
[03:49.50] | And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound |
[03:53.95] | The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives |
[03:58.86] | And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives |
[04:09.2] | Oh, how well I remember the Old Bull and Bush |
[04:13.16] | Where we used to go down on a Sattadau night |
[04:17.47] | Where, when anythink happened, it come with a rush |
[04:22.22] | For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very polite |
[04:26.92] | A very nice house, from basement to garret |
[04:31.27] | A very nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot |
[04:36.28] | The parrot, the parrot named Billy M'Caw |
[04:41.65] | That brought all those folk to the bar |
[04:44.35] | Ah, he was the life of the bar! |
[04:49.16] | Of a Saturday night, we was all feeling bright |
[04:53.24] | And Lily La Rose - the barmaid that was |
[04:58.54] | She'd say, "Billy, Billy M'Caw! |
[05:03.77] | Come give us, come give us a dance on the bar!" |
[05:08.20] | And Billy would dance on the bar |
[05:17.36] | And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear |
[05:22.23] | And emotion would make us all order more beer |
[05:28.82] | Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head |
[05:33.58] | She wouldn't have nothing, no, not that much said |
[05:38.8] | If it come to an argument or a dispute |
[05:42.38] | She'd settle it offhand with the toe of her boot |
[05:46.89] | Or as likely as not put a fist through your eye |
[05:51.20] | But when we was happy, and just a bit dry |
[05:56.22] | Or when we was thirsty, and just a bit sad |
[06:01.5] | She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had |
[06:06.69] | And say "Billy, Billy M'Caw! |
[06:11.92] | Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!" |
[06:16.45] | And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute |
[06:25.48] | And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear |
[06:30.24] | And emotion would make us all order more beer |
[06:36.65] | "Billy, Billy M'Caw!“ |
[06:40.68] | Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!" |
[06:45.53] | And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar |
[06:54.70] | And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear |
[06:59.59] | And emotion would make us all order more beer |
[07:07.15] | Billy, Billy M'Caw! |
[07:10.88] | Come give us a tune on your moley guitar! |
[07:17.12] | He was the life of the bar. |
[07:26.34] | Then Gilbert gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde |
[07:29.71] | With a frightful burst of fireworks, the Chinks they swarmed aboard |
[07:36.77] | Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered |
[07:43.1] | I am sorry to admit it |
[07:47.18] | But she quickly disappeared |
[07:51.16] | She probably escaped with ease |
[07:54.50] | I'm sure she was not drowned |
[07:57.39] | But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround |
[08:04.47] | The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank |
[08:11.22] | Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank |
[08:18.56] | He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop |
[08:25.8] | At the end of all his crimes was forced to go kerflip kerflop |
[08:32.85] | Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land |
[08:38.75] | At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the Strand |
[08:45.4] | Rats were roasted whole at Brentford and Victoria Dock |
[08:50.51] | And a day of celebrations was commanded in Bangkok |
[09:15.48] | "These modern productions are all very well |
[09:22.78] | But there's nothing to equal, from what I hear tell |
[09:31.17] | That moment of mystery when I made history . . ." |
[00:25.84] | Growltiger was a Bravo Cat who travelled on a barge |
[00:29.1] | In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large |
[00:32.82] | From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims |
[00:36.22] | Rejoicing in his title of The Terror of the Thames |
[00:43.48] | His manners and appearance did not calculate to please |
[00:26.92] | His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees |
[00:30.73] | One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why |
[00:34.41] | And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye |
[00:38.59] | The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame |
[01:03.93] | At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name |
[01:09.14] | They would fortify the henhouse, lock up the silly goose |
[01:14.68] | When the rumour ran along the shore: Growltiger' s on the loose! |
[01:26.21] | Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage |
[01:29.82] | Woe to the pampered Pekinese that faced Growltiger' s rage |
[01:33.74] | Woe to the bristly bandicoot that lurked on foreign ships |
[01:37.41] | And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips! |
[01:41.80] | But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed |
[01:46.62] | To cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed |
[01:51.31] | The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear |
[01:56.13] | Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear |
[02:09.98] | Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play |
[02:15.22] | The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molsey lay |
[02:21.2] | All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide |
[02:26.32] | And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side |
[02:36.64] | Growltiger' s bucko mate Grumbskin long since had disappered |
[02:41.98] | For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard |
[02:47.93] | And his bosun Tumblebrutus, he too had stolen away |
[02:53.23] | In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey |
[03:00.25] | In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sat alone |
[03:05.43] | Concentrating his attention on the lady Griddlebone |
[03:10.86] | And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks |
[03:15.96] | As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks |
[03:21.88] | Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone |
[03:27.27] | And the lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone |
[03:33.32] | Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise |
[03:38.87] | But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes |
[03:45.14] | And closer still and closer the sampans circled round |
[03:49.50] | And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound |
[03:53.95] | The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives |
[03:58.86] | And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives |
[04:09.2] | Oh, how well I remember the Old Bull and Bush |
[04:13.16] | Where we used to go down on a Sattadau night |
[04:17.47] | Where, when anythink happened, it come with a rush |
[04:22.22] | For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very polite |
[04:26.92] | A very nice house, from basement to garret |
[04:31.27] | A very nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot |
[04:36.28] | The parrot, the parrot named Billy M' Caw |
[04:41.65] | That brought all those folk to the bar |
[04:44.35] | Ah, he was the life of the bar! |
[04:49.16] | Of a Saturday night, we was all feeling bright |
[04:53.24] | And Lily La Rose the barmaid that was |
[04:58.54] | She' d say, " Billy, Billy M' Caw! |
[05:03.77] | Come give us, come give us a dance on the bar!" |
[05:08.20] | And Billy would dance on the bar |
[05:17.36] | And then we' d feel balmy, in each eye a tear |
[05:22.23] | And emotion would make us all order more beer |
[05:28.82] | Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head |
[05:33.58] | She wouldn' t have nothing, no, not that much said |
[05:38.8] | If it come to an argument or a dispute |
[05:42.38] | She' d settle it offhand with the toe of her boot |
[05:46.89] | Or as likely as not put a fist through your eye |
[05:51.20] | But when we was happy, and just a bit dry |
[05:56.22] | Or when we was thirsty, and just a bit sad |
[06:01.5] | She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had |
[06:06.69] | And say " Billy, Billy M' Caw! |
[06:11.92] | Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!" |
[06:16.45] | And Billy' d strike up on his pastoral flute |
[06:25.48] | And then we' d feel balmy, in each eye a tear |
[06:30.24] | And emotion would make us all order more beer |
[06:36.65] | " Billy, Billy M' Caw!" |
[06:40.68] | Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!" |
[06:45.53] | And Billy' d strike up on his moley guitar |
[06:54.70] | And then we' d feel balmy, in each eye a tear |
[06:59.59] | And emotion would make us all order more beer |
[07:07.15] | Billy, Billy M' Caw! |
[07:10.88] | Come give us a tune on your moley guitar! |
[07:17.12] | He was the life of the bar. |
[07:26.34] | Then Gilbert gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde |
[07:29.71] | With a frightful burst of fireworks, the Chinks they swarmed aboard |
[07:36.77] | Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered |
[07:43.1] | I am sorry to admit it |
[07:47.18] | But she quickly disappeared |
[07:51.16] | She probably escaped with ease |
[07:54.50] | I' m sure she was not drowned |
[07:57.39] | But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround |
[08:04.47] | The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank |
[08:11.22] | Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank |
[08:18.56] | He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop |
[08:25.8] | At the end of all his crimes was forced to go kerflip kerflop |
[08:32.85] | Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land |
[08:38.75] | At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the Strand |
[08:45.4] | Rats were roasted whole at Brentford and Victoria Dock |
[08:50.51] | And a day of celebrations was commanded in Bangkok |
[09:15.48] | " These modern productions are all very well |
[09:22.78] | But there' s nothing to equal, from what I hear tell |
[09:31.17] | That moment of mystery when I made history . . ." |
[00:25.84] | Growltiger was a Bravo Cat who travelled on a barge |
[00:29.1] | In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large |
[00:32.82] | From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims |
[00:36.22] | Rejoicing in his title of The Terror of the Thames |
[00:43.48] | His manners and appearance did not calculate to please |
[00:26.92] | His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees |
[00:30.73] | One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why |
[00:34.41] | And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye |
[00:38.59] | The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame |
[01:03.93] | At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name |
[01:09.14] | They would fortify the henhouse, lock up the silly goose |
[01:14.68] | When the rumour ran along the shore: Growltiger' s on the loose! |
[01:26.21] | Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage |
[01:29.82] | Woe to the pampered Pekinese that faced Growltiger' s rage |
[01:33.74] | Woe to the bristly bandicoot that lurked on foreign ships |
[01:37.41] | And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips! |
[01:41.80] | But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed |
[01:46.62] | To cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed |
[01:51.31] | The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear |
[01:56.13] | Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear |
[02:09.98] | Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play |
[02:15.22] | The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molsey lay |
[02:21.2] | All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide |
[02:26.32] | And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side |
[02:36.64] | Growltiger' s bucko mate Grumbskin long since had disappered |
[02:41.98] | For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard |
[02:47.93] | And his bosun Tumblebrutus, he too had stolen away |
[02:53.23] | In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey |
[03:00.25] | In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sat alone |
[03:05.43] | Concentrating his attention on the lady Griddlebone |
[03:10.86] | And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks |
[03:15.96] | As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks |
[03:21.88] | Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone |
[03:27.27] | And the lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone |
[03:33.32] | Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise |
[03:38.87] | But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes |
[03:45.14] | And closer still and closer the sampans circled round |
[03:49.50] | And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound |
[03:53.95] | The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives |
[03:58.86] | And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives |
[04:09.2] | Oh, how well I remember the Old Bull and Bush |
[04:13.16] | Where we used to go down on a Sattadau night |
[04:17.47] | Where, when anythink happened, it come with a rush |
[04:22.22] | For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very polite |
[04:26.92] | A very nice house, from basement to garret |
[04:31.27] | A very nice house. Ah, but it was the parrot |
[04:36.28] | The parrot, the parrot named Billy M' Caw |
[04:41.65] | That brought all those folk to the bar |
[04:44.35] | Ah, he was the life of the bar! |
[04:49.16] | Of a Saturday night, we was all feeling bright |
[04:53.24] | And Lily La Rose the barmaid that was |
[04:58.54] | She' d say, " Billy, Billy M' Caw! |
[05:03.77] | Come give us, come give us a dance on the bar!" |
[05:08.20] | And Billy would dance on the bar |
[05:17.36] | And then we' d feel balmy, in each eye a tear |
[05:22.23] | And emotion would make us all order more beer |
[05:28.82] | Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head |
[05:33.58] | She wouldn' t have nothing, no, not that much said |
[05:38.8] | If it come to an argument or a dispute |
[05:42.38] | She' d settle it offhand with the toe of her boot |
[05:46.89] | Or as likely as not put a fist through your eye |
[05:51.20] | But when we was happy, and just a bit dry |
[05:56.22] | Or when we was thirsty, and just a bit sad |
[06:01.5] | She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had |
[06:06.69] | And say " Billy, Billy M' Caw! |
[06:11.92] | Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!" |
[06:16.45] | And Billy' d strike up on his pastoral flute |
[06:25.48] | And then we' d feel balmy, in each eye a tear |
[06:30.24] | And emotion would make us all order more beer |
[06:36.65] | " Billy, Billy M' Caw!" |
[06:40.68] | Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!" |
[06:45.53] | And Billy' d strike up on his moley guitar |
[06:54.70] | And then we' d feel balmy, in each eye a tear |
[06:59.59] | And emotion would make us all order more beer |
[07:07.15] | Billy, Billy M' Caw! |
[07:10.88] | Come give us a tune on your moley guitar! |
[07:17.12] | He was the life of the bar. |
[07:26.34] | Then Gilbert gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde |
[07:29.71] | With a frightful burst of fireworks, the Chinks they swarmed aboard |
[07:36.77] | Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered |
[07:43.1] | I am sorry to admit it |
[07:47.18] | But she quickly disappeared |
[07:51.16] | She probably escaped with ease |
[07:54.50] | I' m sure she was not drowned |
[07:57.39] | But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround |
[08:04.47] | The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank |
[08:11.22] | Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank |
[08:18.56] | He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop |
[08:25.8] | At the end of all his crimes was forced to go kerflip kerflop |
[08:32.85] | Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land |
[08:38.75] | At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the Strand |
[08:45.4] | Rats were roasted whole at Brentford and Victoria Dock |
[08:50.51] | And a day of celebrations was commanded in Bangkok |
[09:15.48] | " These modern productions are all very well |
[09:22.78] | But there' s nothing to equal, from what I hear tell |
[09:31.17] | That moment of mystery when I made history . . ." |