Текст (слова) песни: Sarah Brightman - Gus: the theatre cat

(with Sir John Gielgud)

Sarah
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that`s 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 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`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 grandest creation as he loves to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell

Sir John
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 grandest creation, as history will tell
was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell

Sarah
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

Sir John
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

Sarah
And he says as he scratches himself with his claws

Sir John
Well the theatre 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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Sarah Brightman - Gus: the theatre cat (with Sir John Gielgud) Sarah Gus is the cat at the theatre door His name, as I ought to have told you before Is really Asparagus, but that`s 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 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`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 grandest creation as he loves to tell Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell Sir John 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 grandest creation, as history will tell was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell Sarah 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 Sir John 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 Sarah And he says as he scratches himself with his claws Sir John Well the theatre 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Gus: the theatre cat: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/118/1/190.html Все тексты песен: Sarah Brightman » Sarah Brightman - Nothing like you`ve ever known » Sarah Brightman - No one like you » Sarah Brightman - GuГ©ri De Toi (International version) » Sarah Brightman - Just Show Me How to Love You » Sarah Brightman - En Aranjuez con tu amor (In Aranjuez wit » Sarah Brightman - What You Never Know » Sarah Brightman - Chi il bel sogno di Doretta » Sarah Brightman - Think Of Me (Solo Tokyo Version) » Sarah Brightman - How Sweet The Answer » Sarah Brightman - How sweet the answer » Sarah Brightman - Anything but lonely » Sarah Brightman - I Lost My Heart To A Starship Trooper » Sarah Brightman - Meadowlark » Sarah Brightman - Slowly » Sarah Brightman - Dive » Sarah Brightman - When it rains in America » Sarah Brightman - He doesn`t see me » Sarah Brightman - Just Show Me How To Love You (English Ve » Sarah Brightman - La mer » Sarah Brightman - In trutina (In balance) Рекомендуем скачать: » Р“РѕСЂРѕРґ 312 - РЎРєРІРѕР·РЅСЏРє » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РџРѕРґРјРѕСЃРєРѕРІРЅС‹Рµ Р’РµС‡РµСЂР° » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Правда » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РќР°РїРёР»Р°СЃСЏ РЇ РџСЊСЏРЅР° » Русалки - Василий » Руки Вверх - Последний поцелуй » Руслан Шмаков - Зиме уплачены налоги... » Руки Вверх! - Стоят девчонки » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Бардак » РњР°РєSРёРј - РџР°Рј-РїР°СЂР°Рј » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Старой свирелью » Руслана - Пiвнiчна » Руки Вверх - Половинка любви » Руслан Руф - Песня в стиле Love story » Русский размер - Она Лежала На Земле » Руки Вверх! - У реки девчонка » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РњРѕСЃРєРІР° Р—Р»Р°С‚РѕРіР»Р°РІР°СЏ » Руки Вверх! - Отель » Русский размер - Вот и всё » Рефлекс, Reflex - Я тебя всегда буду ждать
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