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[Louis Prima] Take it easy, honey I don't want you to work that hard [Keely Smith] Huh, huh! Doesn't he look like the Indian on the nickel? I wish he was the buffalo! [Louis Prima] When she gets home, she's dead. Believe me [Keely Smith] That's the only way we can start even. Believe me! [Louis Prima] Now relax, babe Now, ladies and gentlemen, uh, uh, Sam Butera, uh, this fella He has a little story to tell ya in the form of a letter Uh, which concerns a trip that we made, uh, recently Sam and I, we had our vacation, uh, and we went off alone, him and me And, uh, and he explains everything in the letter It was about two and a half months ago... [The Witnesses] ...weeks ago [Louis Prima] It was about five months ago... [The Witnesses] Seven Nine, nine, nine months ago Eight months ago [Louis Prima] It was seven and a half months ago... [The Witnesses] Eleven months ago [Louis Prima] It was thirteen years and a half ago We was little children, remember? We ran away from home! And Sam, we went off on two mules, man Anyway, Sam and I, we made this little trip, folks We had this little, uh, vacation, and him and I, we went to the Orient We had a lot of, uh, lot of fun and a lot of surprises And the biggest surprise came when the plane landed in Tel Aviv You're laughin', but that was a swingin' place, Tel Aviv It was! A couple of cats from the Hot Club of Israel met us at the plane Remember the little fella with the continental yarmulke? And the other kid was from Shule He says, "I've just come from the cool Shule, man!" He had a loaf of pumpernickel under one arm He was carryin' a string of kosher pork sausage in the other hand He had two pocketful of, uh, matzo ball All different flavors And he says "we dig you cats from Las Vegas" And he, he called out to Sam He says "Samala! We're gonna..." He said "we're gonna take you all in the Jeep" We got in the Jeep, they took us to the hotel Set us up in a couple of rooms Sam had his own room, and I had my own room And I was alone in my room I had to say that 'cause you got a bad reputation, boy! About six o'clock that evenin', I heard a knock on my door And it was Sam, he was saying "Laybala! Laybala!" He called me Laybala! I says "who's that?" He says "this is Samala" "Now what's on your mind" He says "man, I dig this place the most, and I'm all excited and I wanna become converted" But we couldn't find Sammy Davis Jr. to get the okay, huh? I said "what else is worryin' ya, Samala?" He had me talkin' that way He says, "well, you know the little fella with the pumpernickel? His name was Herschel" I said "yeah?" He says "well, he invite us to a swingin' place out in the desert, and he told me that we were gonna go dig some folklore" I said "well, Samala, I don't know nothin' about the law" Now, don't get ahead of us, folks! Okay, so we went out to this little place, and when we came back, Sam had a, uh He wrote a letter to a friend of ours here in Las Vegas Now, you can leave off "Dear Mo" Just take it from where it says "they told us where, comma" "They told us where, comma." Make the commas, man Get in close so they can hear you [Sam Butera] They told us where And off we went And when we got there It was a tent And we gave the word And they let us in And all we did Was give some skin But we kept coolin', coolin' We was scared and we ain't foolin' But, man, we soon regained control 'Cause the password was [Louis Prima] Braciole! Right in the middle of the desert, braciole Place was full of delizianos, wasn't it? There were seven marinated pizze, little dollar size With gefilte fish on top, smothered. Smothered with fish And they gave us a couple of jars of rogotto In case we got asciutta from the gefilte Tell 'em about the band! [Sam Butera] Upon a stand Sat forty cats A crazy band In turban hats Thirty drums And seven flutes Three French horns And one cucuzz' But we kept coolin', coolin' Figured we would get some schoolin' The leader waved a lightnin' rod And then they played [Louis Prima] Scheherazade Tell them the part now. Shhh! [Sam Butera] The lights grew dim And a chick came on And she looked at him And he was gone [Louis Prima] Whoooooo! [Sam Butera] I was a wreck Began to shake Around her neck She wore a snake But we kept coolin', coolin' While she kept on a-hula-hulin' She called that snake by name, I swear And the reptile's name was [Louis Prima] Lucky Pierre! [Sam Butera] No, no, no, no! That's a shame! Ha ha! [Louis Prima] Come on, read it [Sam Butera] This crazy dame Was flyin' sails And around her frame Were seven veils [Louis Prima] Whoooooo! [Sam Butera] And she danced I bit my nails And then she advanced And dropped two veils But we kept coolin', coolin' With our eyes, we kept on duellin' She said to him "je t'adore" He grooved, then whispered [Louis Prima] Take off more! Come on, man [Sam Butera] She never stopped And danced toward me And then she dropped Veil number three I told that frail "I dig that jive!" And then she took off veils Four and five And we were drooling, drooling All at once we weren't cooling, ha ha! There was no time for politics So she took off veil [Louis Prima] Number six One more [Sam Butera] One more! Ha ha! One more! Ha ha! [Louis Prima] Come on, one more! Don't lose the place, man [Sam Butera] She reached my side And I was in heaven And then I cried "COME ON, SEVEN!" HA HA, HA HA [Louis Prima] Come on, man He's laughin', but he ain't happy! Wait 'til you hear the PS Tell 'em, tell 'em the PS, man! [Sam Butera] The seventh veil Concealed her face And she took it off And played her ace And we stopped droolin', droolin' All at once we weren't coolin' The chick who was a question mark Turned out to be [Louis Prima] Wilbur Clark! [Sam Butera] Ha ha! Wilbur Clark