Gus: The Theatre Cat chords by Paul Jones
Verse 1
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Gus is the cat at the theater door
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His name, as I ought to have told you before,
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Is really asparagus,
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but that's such a fuss to pronounce
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that we usually call him just Gus.
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His coat's very shabby,
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he's thin as a rake,
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and he suffers from palsy
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that makes his pores shake.
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Yet he was in his youth
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quite the smartest of cat s,
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though no longer a terror
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To mice an d to rats.
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For he isn't the cat
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that he was in his prime.
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Though his name was quite famous,
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he says, in his time.
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And whenever he joins his
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friends at the club,
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Which takes place at the back
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of the neighboring pub,
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He loves to regale them if someone else pays,
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With anecdotes drawn
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from his palmiest days.
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For he once was a star
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of the highest degree,
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He has acted with arming,
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he has acted with tree
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and he likes to relate his success of the halls
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where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls
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but his grandest creation
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as he loves to tell
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was fire fro fiddle the fiend of the fell
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I have played in my time
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every possible part,
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and I used to know seventy
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speeches by heart.
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I'd ex temporize backchat,
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I knew how to gag,
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and I knew how to let the
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cat out of the bag.
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I knew how to act
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with my back and my tail.
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With an hour of rehearsal
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I never could fail.
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I'd a voice that would soften
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the hardest of hearts.
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Whether I I took the lead,
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or in character parts,
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I have sat by the bedside
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of poor little Nell.
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When the curfew was rung,
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then I swung on the bell.
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In the pantomime season,
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I never fell flat,
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And I once understudied Dick
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Whittington's cat.
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But my grandest creation,
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as his tory will tell,
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Was fire -throw -fiddle,
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the Fiend of the Fell.
Then if someone will give him
a toothful of gin,
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He will tell how he once played
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a part in East Lynn.
At a Shakespeare performance
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he once walked on pat,
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When some actor suggested
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the need for a cat.
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And I say, love, these kittens,
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they do not get trained
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As we did in the days
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when Victoria reigned
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They never get drilled in a regular troop
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And they think they are smart
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just to jump through a hoop
And he says,
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as he scratches himsel
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Well, the theatre is certainly
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not what it was.
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These modern productions
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are all very well,
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But there's nothing to equal
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from what I hear tell.
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That moment of mystery
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when I made history
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As fire -floor fiddle,
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the fiend of the fell. you
Gus: The Theatre Cat
Paul Jones
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