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dedicated to Deano Martino

When-a you swim inna da sea,
an a eel bites-a your knee,
dat's a moray!

A New Zealander man
with a permanent tan,
that's a Maori!

When two patterns combine,
in a way serpentine,
that's a moiré!

He's a clown, He's a ham,
His last name's Amsterdam,
That's a Morey

If yer vitamins be
mostly C, D, and E . . .
take some more A!

Oh, you play 'What I say'
very gay - won't you play
that some more, Ray?

With the high price of feed,
it's for farmers in need,
that's some more hay.

My new ray gun, here,
tries to put out both your eyes:
It's a Moe-Ray!

If "King Kong" has gone flat,
rent the flick "Vampire Bat",
That's some more Wray . . .

My God, dys, that was fantastic. I had no idea that you were a poly-linguist.

Listeners, stay tuned for more multi lingual stuff.

Applause; Applause, Monk fans. Tony Shalhoub won the emmy for best comedy actor:

For you, Tony:

It's a jungle out there / Disorder and confusion everywhere / No one seems to care / Well I do / Hey, who's in charge here?

It's a jungle out there / Poison in the very air we breathe / Do you know what's in the water that you drink? / Well I do, and it's amazing

People think I'm crazy, 'cause I worry all the time / If you paid attention, you'd be worried too / You better pay attention or this world we love so much / Might just kill you

I could be wrong now, but I don't think so / It's a jungle out there

That was brilliant, Dys! Did you write that?

YAY, TONY!!!!!

What Eve and Letty said. I'm impressed!

McTag peels an onion, puts on his black beret, and begins to sing:

She (Tous Les Visages de L'Amour)

Written by Charles Aznavour and Herbert Kretzmer

She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell....

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past
That I remember 'till the day I die

She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She....She
Oh, she....

Good morning, WA2K radio audience, and a lovely morning it is here in Florida, USA.

McTag, that was a fantastic song. I'm not familiar with it, but I do know about berets and onions. <smile>

The faces of love, listeners. Isn't it romantic?

Lyrics are by Johnny Mercer & Angele Vannier
Music by Philippe Bloch
Song written in 1950

It isn't by chance I happen to be,
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris.
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke,
I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke.
I walk in a room, a party or ball,
"Come sit over here" somebody will call.
"A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us all!
But how many times I stop and recall.

Ah, the apple trees,
Blossoms in the breeze,
That we walked among,
Lying in the hay,
Games we used to play,
While the rounds were sung,
Only yesterday when the world was young.

Wherever I go they mention my name,
And that in itself, is some sort of fame,
"Come by for a drink, we're having a game,"
Wherever I go I'm glad that I came.
The talk is quite gay, the company fine,
There's laughter and lights, and glamour and wine,
And beautiful girls and some of them mine,
But often my eyes see a diff'rent shine.

Ah, the apple trees,
Sunlit memories,
Where the hammock swung,
On our backs we'd lie,
Looking at the sky,
Till the stars were strung,
Only last July when the world was young.

3. While sitting around, we often recall,
The laugh of the year, the night of them all.
The blonde who was so attractive that year,
Some opening night that made us all cheer.
Remember that time we all got so tight,
And Jacques and Antoine got into a fight.
The gendarmes who came, passed out like a light,
I laugh with the rest, it's all very bright.

Ah, the apple trees,
And the hive of bees
Where we once got stung,
Summers at Bordeaux,
Rowing the bateau,
Where the willow hung,
Just a dream ago, when the world was young.

Is eet possible zat ze work of Charles Aznavour is unknown in the Etats-Unis? Zut alors, Meezz Letty.

'Ow about Sacha Distel, Serge Gainsborough, Edith Piaf, Maurice Chevalier even?

Chevalier? Piaf? My goodness, McTag, mais oui, Chevalier:

thank heavens for little girls


Thank heaven for little girls
Especially when they are fully grown!

Thank heaven for little girls
They take their spankings with their tears and moans!

Their big, sad eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and make you spank them 'till they're squealin'

Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for my own
No matter what she's apt to do
For without her, what would this man do?

Thank heaven....thank heaven....
Thank heaven for little girls!

Instrumental break

Their big, sad eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and make you spank them 'till they're squealin'

Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for my own
No matter what she's apt to do
For without her, what would this man do?

Thank heaven....thank heaven....
Thank heaven for little girls!


Didn't someone named Piaf sing for the Grand Old Opry?

There was some spoof written about Chevalier to the tune of "....broken cookies and red balloons...." Wish I could remember it.

L'etat et moi--at least on WA2K it is.

And now, listeners. We Have French, German, and Brit! Stay tuned for more exciting languages.

Thought for Today: ``Work is much more fun than fun.'' - Sir Noel Coward, British actor, dramatist and songwriter (1899-1973).

Hmmmm. I do believe that Sir Noel stayed out in the noon day sun too long:

Mad Dogs and Englishmen



by Noel Coward

In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of the rules that the greatest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry
And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray.
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously, definitely nuts!


Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun,
The Japanese don´t care to, the Chinese wouldn´t dare to,
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one
But Englishmen detest-a siesta.
In the Philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the glare.
In the Malay States, there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear.
At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.


It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see,
that though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree.
It seems such a shame when the English claim the earth,
They give rise to such hilarity and mirth.
Ha ha ha ha hoo hoo hoo hoo hee hee hee hee ......


Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun,
They put their Scotch or Rye down, and lie down.
In a jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased.
In Bangkok at twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit.
In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun,
To reprimand each inmate who's in late.
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
there is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal to move at all is seldom ever done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

A couple of questions for our listeners:

Where's Raggedy and did dys really do that ditty?

Good evening to all. I was out in the midday sun. Celebrities for February 6:

1756 Aaron Burr, 3d vice president of the United States who killed Alexander Hamilton in a duel (Newark, NJ; died 1836)
1895 Babe Ruth, baseball player (Baltimore, MD; died 1948)
1911 Ronald Reagan, 40th president of the United States (Tampico, IL)
1917 Zsa Zsa Gabor, actress (Budapest, Hungary)
1931 Rip Torn, actor (Temple, TX)
1932 François Truffaut, director (Paris, France; died 1984)
1939 Mike Farrell, actor (St. Paul, MN)
1940 Tom Brokaw, TV journalist (Webster, SD)
1942 Sarah Brady, gun control activist (Alexandria, VA)
1944 Michael Tucker, actor (Baltimore, MD)
1945 Bob Marley, reggae singer (Jamaica; died 1981)
1950 Natalie Cole, singer (Los Angeles, CA)
1962 Axl Rose, singer (Lafayette, IN)

Thanks, Raggedy. I always thought that Rip Torn was one fantastic actor on TV as well as in the movies and on stage:


A success on stage, screen, and television, supporting, character, and occasional lead actor Rip Torn originally took up acting as a means to buy a ranch. Born Elmore Rual Torn -- his father nicknamed him Rip -- in Temple, TX, he studied animal husbandry at Texas A & M and the University of Texas. After hitchhiking to Hollywood, his naïve notions of instant stardom were quickly replaced by the reality of having to take odd jobs to survive until he managed to snag the occasional television role. Torn made his feature film debut with a small part in Baby Doll (1956). More parts followed until Torn moved to New York to study under Lee Strasberg at the Actor's Studio. Torn also went to Martha Graham for dance lessons. On television, he made a name for himself between 1957 and 1960 appearing on such prestigious live shows as Omnibus, Playhouse 90, and Alfred Hitchcock Presents. A burly man, Torn frequently played volatile, violent, and highly sensitive characters. Most of his roles have been dramatic, but occasionally he jumps into comedy roles. Fans of the acclaimed cable sitcom The Larry Sanders Show (1992- ) will recognize Torn for playing talk show producer Arthur. This role has earned Torn a pair of Cable Ace Awards, three Emmy nominations, and one Emmy for Best Supporting Actor in a comedy series. Torn made his feature film directorial debut with the critically panned The Telephone (1987). His acting career continued to flourish; in 1997, he appeared in four major features, including the popular Men in Black. ~ Sandra Brennan, All Movie Guide.

I even liked old Rip in Beastmaster.

But Rip Torn was so nasty in "Sweet Bird of Youth". I'm trying to remember a movie in which he played a nice guy. Maybe, in "Crosscreek" the story of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings with Mary Steenbergen.



He looks darn right evil in this picture. (lol)

Gorsh, Raggedy. I had forgotten about Sweet Bird of Youth. Great picture of the man, and yes, he looks evil. He was a bad old wizard in Beast Master.

Well, WA2K listeners, the days are getting longer here. Don't touch that dial.

Yes, Dys, do tell. "That's Amore" reminds me of the time- late 1950s was it- what all things Italian were all the rage- Italian clothes, Lambretta scooters, Sophia Loren, Gina Lollobrigida, and of course Italian songs (and Italian-American crooners were happy to oblige, Perry Como, Andy Williams, Al Martino, Dean Martin...)

Remember "Papa Piccolino", a novelty song?

Even Disney's "The Lady and the Tramp" had an Italian song in it- can your listeners remember what it was?

Good morning, listeners.

And good noon day sun to you, McTag. I'm afraid that I don't know either of your querys at the moment, but I do remember the Italian craze. Part of that involved The Rat Pack, I'm certain.

Here's one I do remember:



Volare

Sometimes the world is a valley of heartaches and tears
And in the hustle and bustle, no sunshine appears;
But you and I have our love always there to remind us
There is a way we can leave all the shadows behind us.

(Melody - a tempo)

Volare, oh oh,cantare, oh oh oh oh.
Let's fly way up to the clouds,
Away from the madd'ning crowds.
Let us sing in the glow of a star that I know of,
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind;
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind.
Just like birds of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find.

(Final Refrain:)
Volare, oh oh, cantare, oh oh oh oh.
No wonder my happy heart sings;
Your love has given me wings.
No wonder my happy heart sings;
Your love has given me wings.

Perhaps our listeners will answer McTag's musical questions.

Just testing the equipment.

Am I getting through?

well yes.

It was highly suspect for a bit, as usual, dys.

Folks here want to know if that clever spoof of yours was an original.

Loud and clear, Letty.

Dedicated to McTag:

Bella Notte
Oh, this is the night, it's a beautiful night
And we call it bella notte
Look at the skies, they have stars in their eyes
On this lovely bella notte

Side by side with your loved one
You'll find enchantment here
The night will weave its magic spell
When the one you love is near

Oh this is the night, and the heavens are right
On this lovely bella notte!