My High School is doing a production of Anything Goes and I really hope I get Moonface, so I'm looking at all these renditions and your use of space and timing and everything absolutely hilarious
You know your problem, Billy? You ain't got no philosophy. It's like Dillinger once told me: "Remember, it's always the darkest just before they turn on the lights." There's an old Australian bush song That Melba used to sing, A song that always cheered me when I was blue. Even Melba said this bush song Was a helluva song to sing, So be quiet whilst I render it for you. When your instinct tells you that disaster Is approaching you faster and faster, Then be like the bluebird and sing, "Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la." When you know you're headed for the jailer Don't allow the old face to look paler But be like the bluebird and sing, "Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la." Be like the bluebird who never is blue, For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do, And though by other birdies in the boughs, He may be told that his efforts are perfectly lousy, He sings on and on till his troubles are through, "Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la."
I have to learn this for a concert. Looks like a fun one to do!
Wow, wonderful performance!
My middle school did this play this year! Our Moonface was really funny, but this one's funny too!
My High School is doing a production of Anything Goes and I really hope I get Moonface, so I'm looking at all these renditions and your use of space and timing and everything absolutely hilarious
You know your problem, Billy?
You ain't got no philosophy.
It's like Dillinger once told me:
"Remember, it's always the darkest
just before they turn on the lights."
There's an old Australian bush song
That Melba used to sing,
A song that always cheered me when I was blue.
Even Melba said this bush song
Was a helluva song to sing,
So be quiet whilst I render it for you.
When your instinct tells you that disaster
Is approaching you faster and faster,
Then be like the bluebird and sing,
"Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la."
When you know you're headed for the jailer
Don't allow the old face to look paler
But be like the bluebird and sing,
"Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la."
Be like the bluebird who never is blue,
For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do,
And though by other birdies in the boughs,
He may be told that his efforts are perfectly lousy,
He sings on and on till his troubles are through,
"Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la."
I am playing in the pit for this song
You're a comedic genius, just saying
genioooooooooo
Thanks! This production was a blast!
Not micced?
Campbells Lowrey I was mic'ed. This is an archive tape, so I'm not sure how the sound was captured.
Oh. ok. You were fantastic well done. :)
Campbells Lowrey Thank you! It was a really fun production!
Sorry, where was your mic? Cheek, forhead, tie?
Campbells Lowrey This was awhile ago. If I had to guess, I would say over my left ear.