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Oh, my Gawd, Raggedy, you are magic, gal. That's the one, honey, and the background is so illuminating.

Listeners, if that painting doesn't get Francis back on the radio, nothing will. <smile>

Well, we now have "dirty" art and song to match; just waiting for the chickens to hatch.

Letty, since you mentioned Weird Al & the erstwhile King of Pop...

Eat It by Al Yankovic

How come you're always such a fussy young man
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it

Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it

Don't you tell me you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh

Your table manners are some cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it

You better listen, better do what you're told
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it

I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter it it's fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeate it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it, you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

Great, Yit. Al didn't say anything about shredded wheat; the more you chew it, the bigger it gets.

I think, listeners, the parody that I was thinking of was "Fat". Hmmm. I'll have to check that out.

By special request, folks:


Fat - parody of Michael Jackson's "Bad".



Your butt is wide, well mine is too.
Just watch your mouth, or I'll sit on you.
The word is out, better treat me right,
Cause I'm the king of cellulite.
Ham on ham on ham on whole wheat, all right.

My zippers bust, my buckles break.
I'm too much man for you to take.
The pavement cracks when I fall down.
I've got more chins than Chinatown.

Well I've never used a phone booth,
And I've never seen my toes.
When I'm goin' to the movies
I take up seven rows.

Because I'm fat, I'm fat--come on.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat--you know it.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat--come on you know.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
Don'tcha call me pudgy, portly or stout.
Just tell me once again: Who's fat?

When I walk out to get my mail,
It measures on the Richter scale.
Down at the beach I'm a lucky man.
I'm the only one who gets a tan.
If I have one more pie a la mode
I'm gonna need my own zip code.

When you're only having seconds,
I'm having twenty-thirds.
When I go to get my shoes shined,
I gotta take their word.

Because I'm fat, I'm fat--come on.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat--you know it.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat--you know it you know.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds.
Lemme tell you once again who's fat.

If you see me comin' your way,
Better give me plenty space.
If I tell you that I'm hungry,
Then won't you feed my face.

Because I'm fat, I'm fat--come on.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat--you know it.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat--you know it you know.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
Woo woo woo. When I sit around the house,
I really sit around the house.

You know I'm fat, I'm fat--come on.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat--you know it, you know it.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know you know you know--come on.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
And you know all by myself I'm a crowd.
Lemme tell you once again.

You know I'm huge, I'm fat, you know it.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know I'm fat--you know, hoo.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat--you know it, you know.
(Fat fat--really really fat)
And the whole world knoes I'm fat and I'm proud.
Just tell me once again--who's fat?


My Gawd, folks. That man was funnnneeeeee!

Well, listeners. Now a serious news item:




Iraq Bridge Stampede Aftermath

Iraq Stampede Death Toll Rises


By Mussab Al-Khairalla

NAJAF, Iraq (Reuters) - Thousands of mourners poured into the holy city of Najaf on Thursday to bury some of the victims of the stampede in Baghdad in the burial ground most sacred to Iraq's Shi'ite Muslims.

The stampede on a bridge over the river Tigris during a religious festival on Wednesday killed around 1,000 people, the greatest loss of Iraqi life in a single incident since the UA.S. invasion of 2003.

The government announced a full judicial inquiry.

For those of you who require it, I will provide a reference to the entire story from the UK.

".....every man's death diminishes me......"

More bad news.

Fats Domino Is Missing in New Orleans

By JAKE COYLE, AP Entertainment Writer 59 minutes ago

NEW YORK -
Fats Domino was missing Thursday, days after Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans, said his longtime agent, Al Embry.

Embry told The Associated Press that he hadn't been able to contact Domino since talking to him Sunday evening by phone.

The 77-year-old R&B legend, whose real name is Antoine Domino, told Embry that he planned to stay at his New Orleans house with his wife, Rosemary, and their daughter.

"I hope somebody turns him up, but as of right now, we haven't got anybody that knows where he's at," said Embry, who has worked with Domino for 28 years. "I would think he might be safe because somebody said he was on top of the balcony."

Checquoline Davis, Domino's niece, posted a message on Craigslist.com Thursday pleading for information. Davis wrote that Domino, his wife, their children and grandchildren "didn't get out" of the second floor.

Domino, who has rarely appeared in public in recent years, has a home in the 9th ward, a low-lying area of the flooded city.

Getting information on possible missing persons has been nearly impossible as phone lines for hospitals and police haven't been working.

Domino has sold more than 110 million records in his long career, including the legendary singles "Blueberry Hill" and "Ain't That a Shame."

His 1950 recording of "The Fat Man" is sometimes called the first real rock 'n' roll record. He was among the first honorees to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Ah, Bob, that is bad news, but let's consider this. If he was seen on a balcony, perhaps he is safe by now. Shall we listen to one of Fats' songs?


Fats Domino
Walking To New Orleans

This time I'm walking to New Orleans
I'm walking to New Orleans
I'm walking to New Orleans
I'm gonna need two pairs of shoes
when I get through walking me blues
when I get back to N. O.
I've got my suitcase in my hand
now ain't that a shame.
I'm leaving here today
yes
I'm going back home to stay.
Yes
I'm walking to N. O.
You used to be my honey
till you spent all my money.
No use for you to cry
I see you by and by
'cause I`m walking to n. O.
I've got no time for talking.
I've got to keep on walking.
N. O. is my home
that's the reason why I'm gone
yes
I`m walking to N. O.
I'm walking to N. O.
I'm walking to N. O.

Ironic, no?

to revert to a previous remark on dirty art, I had a flashback to an old black and white Tarzan film where Jane was shown nude swimming underwater. I had seen the film before (no nudity) but when I purchased many years ago a vhs copy the nude scene was included. Imagine my surprise. Turns it was not Maureen O'Sullivan but a stand in who did the scene.

And every one of these pictures features a sensuous swimming scene ("Swim!" Tarzan says, again and again, a suggestion erotic in its stripped-bare austerity). The most infamous -- and loveliest -- of these is the one in the uncut version of "Tarzan and His Mate" (airing on AMC at 9 p.m. Friday), in which Weissmuller, a former Olympic swimming champ, performs a shimmery underwater ballet with a completely nude Jane. Weissmuller's partner isn't O'Sullivan here, but Olympic gold medalist Josephine Kim, and because "Tarzan and His Mate" was made before the Hays Code, she really is totally nude.

I didn't know they had sex back then.

Why, Bob, they didn't have sex. Back then all people sprang, complete adults, from Zeus' forehead.

What a headache that god must have had.

The Music of the Spheres:




Aphrodite always gained her power after men thought a battle was over. This time was no different than the last. After the long war, Zeus could think of nothing but love. Little did he know that his desires would make him another victim of Aphrodite. "I'll make him fall in love with a Titan, his enemy," she whispered, smiling wickedly while twisting a strand of hair around her finger. "He shall fall in love with Metis."

While Aphrodite made Zeus fall in love with Metis, she did nothing to make Metis care for Zeus. With each of Zeus' advances, Metis was repulsed. "He's such a bother," she said. "I don't care if he is the ruler of heaven. What can I do to get rid of him?" She thought a while, then she changed herself into a sparrow. She was pleased with her clever trick but, as she looked around, there he was again. He had changed himself into a hawk.

UhOh, listeners.

Come to think of it I seem to remember something that included Aphrodite in her nightie. Could I be wrong? Maybe they did know! What a blow to my so called psyche.

Ahem, enough of this mythology. We know it's all a bunch of psychic stuff, right folks?<smile>.

(very clever, Bob)

However, here's a song that might just work:

Vera Lynn;


Little Sir Echo, how yo you do?
Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)
Little Sir Echo, we'll answer you
Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)
Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)
Won't you come over and play? (and play)
You're a nice little fellow
I know by your voice
But you're always so far away (away)

Little Sir Echo is very shy
Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)
Little Sir Echo will make reply
Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)
Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)
Won't you come over and play? (and play)
You're a nice little fellow
I know by your voice
But you're always so far away (away)

Sir, indeed. Harumph. Echo was a victim of narcissus. Poor little thing just pined away for love of a flower.

It wasn't a pine cone?

So your first September morning is over?

Bob, how do you expect me to keep this station on the air if I keep laughing.

Pine cone?

Now back to our regularly scheduled program.<snigger>

Well, my goodness, listeners, there's our Francis come to take a peek at the lady in the water. You know her, France?

Hi Francis. That silly Letty is messing with my head again. It's such an easy target she can't resist. She says she misses you so it's a godsend that you've shown up (takes the burden off me). It's just before 5:00 pm here so I imagine you're into the twilight there. Hope you're having a frivolous evening, pal.

Twilight Time

Artists: The Platters (peak Billboard position # 1 in 1958)
Words by Buck Ram. Music by Morty Nevins, Al Nevins, and Artie Dunn


Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it's twilight time
When purple-colored curtains mark the end of day
I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time

Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you're here with me
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight time


Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz

Seen it before but found nothing special about it...

Ah, Francis, and I was counting on you to say something Frenchy. How do you say, "tsk tsk" in French. <smile>

Sorry to disappoint you, Bob, I'm not frivolous tonight. As a matter of fact I'm going to bed quietly.