Gus: the Theatre Cat (UK 1981 / Musical "Cats") Lyrics & Tabs by Original Cast of "Cats"
Gus: the Theatre Cat (UK 1981 / Musical "Cats")
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Gus is the cat
At the theatre door
His name, as I ought to
Have told you before
Is really Asparagus
But that's such a fuss to pronounce
That we usually call him just Gus
His coat's very shabby
He's thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy
That makes his paws shake
Yet he was in his youth
Quite the smartest of cats
But no longer a terror
To mice or to rats
Quite the smartest of cats
But no longer a terror
To mice or to rats
For he isn't the cat
That he was in his prime
Though his name was quite famous,
He says, in his time
And whenever he joins
His friends at their club
Which takes place at the back
Of the neighbouring pub
He loves to regale them
If someone else pays
With anecdotes drawn
From his palmiest days
For he once was a star
Of the highest degree
He has acted with Irving
He has acted with tree
And he likes to relate
His success on the halls
Where the gallery once gave him
Seven cat calls
But his grandest creation
As he loves to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle
The Fiend of the Fell
I have played in my time
Every possible part
And I used to know seventy
Speeches by heart
I'd extemporise backchat
I knew how to gag
And I knew how to let the cat
Out of the bag
I knew how to act
With my back and my tail
With an hour of rehearsal
I never could fail
I'd a voice that would soften
The hardest of hearts
Whether I took the lead
Or in character parts
I have sat by the bedside
Of poor little Nell
When the curfew was rung
Then I swung on the bell
In the pantomime season
I never fell flat
And I once understudied
Dick Whittington's Cat
But my grandest creation
As history will tell
Was Firefrorefiddle
The Fiend of the Fell
Then if someone will give him
A toothful of gin
He will tell how he once played
A part in East Lynne
At a Shakespeare performance
He once walked on pat
When some actor suggested
The need for a cat
And I say that these kittens
They do not get trained
As we did in the days
When Victoria reigned
They never get drilled
In a regular troupe
And they think they are smart
Just to jump through a hoop
And he says as he scratches himself
With his claws
Well, the theatre is certainly
Not what it was
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
As Firefrorefiddle
The Fiend of the Fell...
(Music fades away, ghostly wind)
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...
