Kermit
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Well, you know, Lou, it's great having you on the show.
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Lou Rawls
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Hey, thank you, Kermit. It's really a gas to be here, you know.
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Kermit
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Uh, well, you know, I got all of your records back at my pad.
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Lou Rawls
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Oh.
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Kermit
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Uh, pad, uh, frog, uh … lily pad. That's a uh … that's a little joke there.
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Lou Rawls
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Only possibly, Kermit. Only possibly.
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Kermit
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(nods) Hey — hey, listen, Lou, could you tell us, what is the secret of singing jazz like you do?
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Lou Rawls
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(deep voice) Well, Kermit, all you have to do really is just kinda lay back, you know, and lay down some golden tones, with soul and style.
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Kermit
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(leans back) Sure, you just gotta lay back and lay down some golden tones with soul and style. … Ahem… No, it doesn't even sound the same when I say it. Hey, but listen, uh, would you do a little bit of that for us right now?
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Lou Rawls
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No. No, I won't.
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Kermit
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No?
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Lou Rawls
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No. You see, Kermit, you really can't sing jazz without soft light, you know, a little atmosphere. And you gotta have a band.
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Kermit
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Oh, well listen, you got it.
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The Electric Mayhem appears behind them, playing uptempo.
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Lou Rawls
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Hey, Kermit. This is an inspiration and an open invitation, you know, for some soulful syncopation, you dig?
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Kermit
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Hey - does that mean something good?
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Lou Rawls
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Yes. It means, "let's sing".
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Kermit
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Wonderful, I'll be over here. (exits)
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Floyd
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Pack up all my care and woe,
Here I go, singin' low.
Bye, bye …
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Lou Rawls
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Hold it, Floyd, be cool now, wait a minute...
Somewhere somebody's waitin' for me,
Sugar is sweet, so is she,
Goodbye, bye, you jive turkey you!
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Janice
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Oh, rully.
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Lou Rawls
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Nobody near can love or understand me,
And all the hard luck stories they all each and everybody hand me,
Make my bed, light the light
Heh, but I might not get home tonight.
Chicken? Hmm. Turkey?
Owl, parakeet, parrot pheasant partridge,
mynah bird, kiwi bird, hummingbird, jay bird,
red bird, bluebird — Big Bird!
(scats)
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The others join him in scatting, including Zoot's sax. Applause.
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Statler
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I just love scat.
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Waldorf
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(leans over) What?
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Statler
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(out loud) Scat! Scat!
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Waldorf
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(looks around) What, is there a pussycat in here?
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