Voyager, somewhere in an attic, or in a garage at one of the umteen houses I lived in, I left a brown Samsonite suitcase full of old records. In that collection are several Stan Freberg classics.
“The Old Payola Roll Blues” pops into my head. Was that Freberg?
I guess I’m going to have to go home a listen to some Firesign tonight.
You know, I think we’re all Bozos on this bus.
The Future Fair! A Fair for all, and no fair to anybody!
Shoes for Industry! Shoes for the Dead!
I’ve just invented Tom Cobbler.
Here, Injun, have some fire water!
Oh no, our elders told us never to drink anything that would make us weak or silly.
Har har, (put it in their well).
All out for Fort Stinkin’ Desert!
Announcer: Offer not good after curfew in Sectors R or N.
George (or maybe Early Out): They never come up into the hills, those guys!
Hey Doc, how about something for this cough?
Here’s a quarter…
That’s NOT much.
Not much of a Cough…
He’s no fun - he fell right over.
It’s in the water. That’s why it’s yellow.
“‘If you push something hard enough, it will fall over.’ Fudd’s First Law of Opposition.”
After four years, paint brown.
I can shout. Don’t hear you.
Me too.
(a tear enters ol’ drop’s eye as he recalls many happy hours memorizing those scripts)
BTW, we used to have an ice cream truck in town that played that very song!
It ain’t no use, if you ain’t got the boost…
“The All Weather Breakfast”
I got the Freberg boxed set. I think that’s on
there. It comes with a video of his best commercials, including the classic Jeno’s pizza roll one.
Wonnerful, wonnerful…
The plague got the streets tied up.
Wait a minute - didn’t I say that on the other side of the record?
I used to be a cockteaaser at Rooster-rama…
It’s okay, they’re speaking Chinese.