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Thanks, Letty. "Drivin' Me Mad" - to quote another song on the record - that I can't find the lyrics, too.


So, here's another one:

Well I'm goin' to Paris in the morning soon
Well I'm goin' to Paris in the morning soon
If I don't leave in the morning, I'm gonna leave in the afternoon

I'm gonna see President De Gaulle, I know he will welcome me in
I'm gonna see President De Gaulle, I know he will welcome me in
Yeah he will shake my hand and say, Jack Dupree come on in

Say I got a lot to tell you, I want you to listen close to me
Say I got a lot to tell you, I want you to listen close to me
Say why don't you leave your home town, come on here and join with me

He said you know Lyndon B. Johnson, none of them don't mean you no good
(And that's the truth!)
He said Lyndon B. Johnson, or none of them don't mean you no good
Said come on here to Paris, where you do yourself some good

I said President De Gaulle, I said we'll make everything all right
I said President De Gaulle, I know we'll make everything all right
We got to sit down talking, and we drink the whole time that night

(Jack's Solo:)
All right... Look out now... Went down to the Eiffel Tower too...
This is where I belong! What am I doing anywhere else?...
Take one more, son... That's what you get paid for...

Yeah when I come in town they had all the flags out for me
Yeah when I come in town they had all the flags out for me
I asked the people what's the celebration, they said that's for Jack Dupree (Yeah)

I said, wonder, wonder, why the people think so much of me?
Lord, I wonder, wonder, why the people think so much of me?
Say you thank president De Gaulle cause he made everything all right with me

(Actually, it's not tomorrow but in four weeks when I'll start my next short trip to France/Paris :wink: )

Letty would you like to get some good news about sinfull activities ??? How about Smoking ?????

There is a cigarette price war in Spain

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/4670162.stm

The price war was sparked by Philip Morris' surprise decision to cut the price of a packet of Marlboro from 2.75 to 2.35 euros ($2.83; £1.60).

Marlboro, historically viewed as a prestige brand in the market, was temporarily cheaper than rival brands such as Altadis' Fortuna.

You would have to buy a lot of packs to make a trip from Florida & then go back home but for us Brits, well, a pack of 20 smokes is anything between £4.00 & £4.50. So that's 3 times Spain price. Now you can get a r/t ticket & fly from London to Spain for less than £50.00. So if the pack price is £3.00 dearer in the UK, it makes a weekend trip across the Channel almost worth it. And at this time of year it's a nice warm sunny Spain as opposed to a cold grey UK

I suppose, any trip to Europe can get back the prize for the flight: just buy some ciggies, spirits, wine and beer ...

Ah Walter, but the sin tax 0n smokes & booze is much higher in the UK, so we perhaps have a little extra incentive to go over for a weekend

Well, Walter, lots of them blues guys loved Paris. Great song, buddy. The sur name of Dupree sounds French, no?

Found several songs by the man; I just can't find yours. Are you certain that you have the title right?

Well, we will all look forward to seeing your pictures in Paris, Walter. I love the odd songs about Paris. Played this one before, but it's worth playing again:



Under Paris Skies


Stranger beware, there's love in the air under paris skies
Try to be smart and don't let your heart catch on fire
Love becomes king the moment it's spring under paris skies
Lonely hearts meet somewhere on the street of desire

Parisian love can bloom high in a skylight room
Or in a gay café where hundreds of people can see

I wasn't smart and I lost my heart under paris skies
Don't ever be a heartbroken stranger like me

Oh, I fell in love
Yes, I was a fool
For paris can be so beautifully cruel
Paris is just a gay coquette who wants to love and then forget
Stranger beware, there's love in the air

Just look and see what happened to me under paris skies
Watch what you do, the same thing can happen to you

Ooh, I fell in love
Mmm, I was a fool
Yes, paris can be so beautifully cruel
Paris can be a gay coquette who wants to love and then forget
Stranger beware, there's love in the air

<scat>

I wasn't smart and I lost my heart under paris skies
Watch what you do, the same thing can happen to you
Watch what you do, the same thing can happen to you
Watch what you do, the same thing can happen to you

Hey, Walter. You won't be a stranger, so I guess you're safe.

My word, John. I missed your stuff again. I'll check out sin city but as Bud once told me via his black friend: That old gin will make you sin agin and agin. Good thing that Russian wasn't drinking it.

Speaking of sin, listeners:

Boy George in Court on Drug Charge By SAMUEL MAULL, Associated Press Writer
2 hours, 41 minutes ago



NEW YORK - The pop singer Boy George appeared briefly in criminal court in Manhattan on Wednesday to answer charges related to his October drug possession arrest.

Following a brief meeting at the bench between the singer's lawyer, Lewis Freeman, and prosecutor Craig Ortner, Manhattan Criminal Court Judge Anthony Ferrara postponed the case to March 8.

Boy George, whose birth name is George O'Dowd, wore a long black wool coat, black slacks, a black shirt and gray sneakers with white stripes, and sported a buzz-cut hairstyle and a large blue Star of David tattoo across his forehead.

Under African Skies - Paul Simon


Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under african skies

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing 'round my nursery door
I said take this child, lord
From tucson arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won't bother you no more

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

Joseph's face was black as night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under african skies

Just got out of a schedule meeting.
These guys must exist in a time warp.

So, in their honor:

Gray skies are gonna clear up,
Put on a happy face;
Brush off the clouds and cheer up,
Put on a happy face.
Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy,
It's not your style;
You'll look so good that you'll be glad
Ya' decide to smile!
Pick out a pleasant outlook,
Stick out that noble chin;
Wipe off that "full of doubt" look,
Slap on a happy grin!
And spread sunshine all over the place,
Just put on a happy face!
Put on a happy face
Put on a happy face
And if you're feeling cross and bitterish
Don't sit and whine
Think of banana split and licorice
And you'll feel fine
I knew a girl so gloomy
She'd never laugh or sing
She wouldn't listen to me
Now she's a mean old thing
So spread sunshine all over the place
Just put on a happy face
So, put on a happy face

Tico and George. Welcome back to our studio, guys.

Under African Skis is very different, and although most of us know Paul Simon, that's a new one. Thanks, Kansas.

Well, George. We will do our best to don a happy expression. Thank you my furry friend.

Now here is one for all of us from that Dupree fellow:

Tax People
From the Saravah LP "Shakespeare Says" that included a.o. "Angola Here I Come" and "Million People Live The Same Way". Here Champion Jack Dupree is complaining about the "tax people" taking all his hard-earned money away...

Lord have mercy on these tax people!
I don't see no more sense in workin' every day
When you make a little money the tax people take it all away but
How they expect you to live?
But we'll make it, we'll make it somehow

What's the use of workin', tax people take your money away
What's the use of workin', tax people take your money away
He'll take all your money, and don't care what you say

Well the tax people watchin', for everything you do
Yes the tax people watchin', most anything you do
You can bet your life, that they got their eyes on you

Tax people told me, my money would lead me astray
The tax people told me my money would lead me astray
Just to protect me they took all my money away

Well they said they'd return it on some old rainy day
Yes they said they'd return it on some old rainy day
It been rainin' fifty years and they haven't returned it yet

(guitar solo)
Them tax people...
(bass solo)
Them tax people change your mind...

I got to cut down, cut down on my overhead
Yes I got to cut down, cut down on my overhead
Way these tax people doin', I'm bound to lose my butter 'n bread
All right... all right.... okay.... anything you say...
I can tell you partner, they took all my money away

LONDON CALLING....dee dee dee dit dit dit dit............

HERE IS THE NEWS FROM THE BBC........



The Prime Minister held a meeting with the Cabinet today. He also spoke to the bookcase and argued with the chest of drawers.

At a special meeting of the executive committee of the Extremely Shy and Painfully Self-Conscious Society tonight, the members gave themselves a vote of no confidence.

A survey is under way into the political beliefs of British nudists. Initial enquiries have already indicated a definite swing to the left.

Reports are coming in that a Sussex farmer has crossed a gossip columnist with an apple, resulting in a golden malicious.

....And now some breaking news from the world of showbiz.
It has been confirmed that Mariah Carey has just had a single come out ... one of the straps broke on her dress.

...elsewhere...
A British Airways flight attendant unknowingly backed into a whirling
propeller. A company spokesperson would only comment "Disaster."

Well, L.E. I think you just put happy faces on us all. Are you sure that was Mariah and not Janet?

Thanks, Brit, for cheering us all, and cheers to you as well.

and, do you have any requests?

UhOh, Well, folks, the joint is jumpin', so we might as well play some Fats:

Transcribed from Fats Waller and His Rhythm, vocals by Fats Waller; recorded 10/7/37;
From An Introduction to Fats Waller: His Best Recordings 1928 - 1942; Best of Jazz, 4006.


They have a new expression along old Harlem way,
That tells you when a party is ten times more than gay:
To say that things are jumpin' leaves not a single doubt,
That everthing is in full swing when you hear someone shout.
Here 'tis:

The joint is jumpin',
It's really jumpin',
Come in, cats, and check your hats,
I mean this joint is jumpin'!

The piano's thumpin',
The dancers are bumpin',
This here spot is more than hot,
In fact, the joint is jumpin'!

Check your weapons at the door,
Be sure to pay your quarter,
Burn your leather on the floor,
Grab anybody's daughter.

The roof is rockin',
The neighbors knockin',
We're all bums when the wagon comes,
I mean, this joint is jumpin'!

[Spoken]
Let it be! Yas!
Burn this joint, boy!
Yas!
Oh, my! Yas!
Don't you hit that chick, that's my broad!
Where'd you get that stuff at?
Why, I'll knock you to your knees!
What?
Put this cat out of here!
What?
Get rid of that pistol! Get rid of that pistol! Yeah! Get rid of it, yas!
Yeah!
That's what I'm talkin' about! Ha, ha! Yas!
Now it's really ready!
No, baby, not now, I can't come over there right now.
Yeah, let's do it!
[Party noises and shouting]

The joint is jumpin',
It's really jumpin'!
Every Mose is on his toes,
I mean this joint is jumpin'!

[Police whistle]

Uh-oh! No time for talkin',
This place is walkin', yes,
Get your jug and cut the rug,
I think the joint is jumpin'.
Listen!

Get your pig feet, bread and gin,
There's plenty in the kitchen!
Who is that that just came in?
Just look at the way he's switchin'!

[Spoken]
Aw, mercy,
Don't mind the hour,
I'm in power.
I've got bail if we go to jail.
I mean this joint is jumpin'!
Don't give your right name, no, no, no, no!

Hi Letty, and thanks for your smile.

I have carefully considered which song I would like, and have decided to settle for "Maybe it's a big horse".

Let me know if you have trouble finding the lyrics, as I will help you out by singing it live on air if you wish.

Well, L.E. I do hope I have better luck with your big horse than I did with Walter's highway. <smile>

What a nice thought. Singing a duet with a noble.

Righty ho Letty, after three......

<AHEM>......


ONE.......

TWO.......











THREE.......


Maybe it's a big horse I'm a Londoner, that I love London so.

Maybe it's a big horse I'm a Londoner that I think of her wherever I go.

I get's a funny feeling inside of me just walking up and down.

Maybe it's a big horse I'm a Londoner that I love London Town.
( git orf me barrer) <translation.....get off my barrow>

T-H-A-T I-I-I-I L-O-V-E L-O-N-D-O-N T-O-O-O-O-W-N !!

Thank you <bows and picks up single stem roses from the crowd>

You British brat, you sent me on a wild goose chase to find a big horse.but I love it!

Here's a substitute for you:



Smashing Time (Main Title)

Smashing Time, Smashing Time, We're Gonna Have A
Smashing Time, Smashing Time, We're Gonna Have A
Smashing Time

Going Down To London, Going Down To London
We're Going To Have A Smashing Time
We're Gonna Find A Flat And After That
We Guarantee We'll Get Around

Going Down To London, Going Down To London
We Hope To Make A Splash In Time
We're Sure We Know The Score Furthermore
We'll Get A Break In London Town

We Look Cool Although We're Excited Like The In Crowd Do
Must Look Cool Although We're Delighted That We're Really Truly

Going Down To London, Going Down To London
We Know We'll Have A Smashing Time
We Know We're Nothing Yet But We Bet
We're Going To Have A Smashing Time

Smashing Time, Smashing Time
Smashing Time
Smashing Time, Smashing Time

We Look Cool Although We're Excited Like The In Crowd Do
Must Look Cool Although We're Delighted That We're Really Truly

Going Down To London, Going Down To London
We Know We'll Have A Smashing Time
We Know We're Nothing Yet But We Bet
We're Going To Have A Smashing Time

Smashing Time, Smashing Time
Smashing Time
Smashing Time, Smashing Time
Smashing Time
Smashing Time, Smashing Time
Smashing Time
Smashing Time, Smashing Time
Smashing Time
Smashing Time, Smashing Time
Smashing Time
Smashing Time, Smashing Time
Smashing Time

Sorry!


I was laughing quietly in the background......

Well, folks, shall we give our Brit a rose. Of course: