Everybody's on hand tonight, that is,
except Sally Foster.
She went up to New York to live.
But we'll introduce somebody a little
bit later on
that you'll be proud to meet.
You don't go on right,
we got somebody else.
I'll take her place right
now, bud. Johnny Bond.
What you know about that?
Say, Johnny,
don't tell us that you think
you can take Sally
Foster's place.
She's a singer, ain't she?
She sure is.
Are you a singer?
Am I a singer?
I once belonged to the fish quartet
the fish quartet.
What's that fish quartet?
That's first tuna second tuna
third barracuda and fourth bass
Which one was you
Johnny which one was I
I was their agent, but they called me a shark
so I got canned
Well your story sounds a little bit all
wet to me
Johnny in fact a little bit fishy
Well, that ain't all later alone
later on
later on who's mixed up here
Later on, I eloped with a mermaid
We got married and raised
a bunch of little minnows I see
Oh, no!
Well, you really got hooked, Johnny
Gosh, how far can you carry this?
I hate to break you up on
your sad story, Johnny
But how about a little song,
I'm glad you did, baby
Yeah, boy, here we go
Here she comes, look at her roll
There she goes, eatin' that coal
Watch her fly, look at her sail
Let her fly, fly, fly, fly away
Now watch her go, look at her steam
Watch her blow, whistle and scream
Like a hound wagging his tail
Dallas bound, bound,
bound, fireball mail
Engine near, making up time
Tracks are clear, look at her climb
See that freight clearing the rail
That she's laid, laid, laid, fireball mail
Now watch her swerve, look at her sway
Get that curve out of the way
Watch her fly, look at her sail
Let her bye -bye bye -bye, -mail
Nice going, Johnny -Baugh,
nice going