Gus The Theatre Cat - Andrew Lloyd Webber (安德鲁·劳埃德·韦伯)

Gus is the cat at the theatre door

His name as I ought to have told you before

Is really Asparagus

And 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 paw shake

Yet he was in his youth quite the smartest of cats

But no longer a terror to mice or to rats

For he isn't bry 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 neighboring 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's acted with Tree

And he likes to relate his success on the halls

Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls

But his greatest creation as he loves to tell

Will's 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 extemporize 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 greatest creation as history will tell

Was Firefrorefiddle the Fiend of the Fell

And 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 now these kittens

They do not get trained

As we did in the days when Victoria reigned

And 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