Gus: The Theatre Cat Lyrics - Sarah Brightman

Gus is the cat at the theater 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 paw shake 

For he was in his youth 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 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 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 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 cats 

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 now 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 theater is certainly not what is 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 

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