Howard: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, coming to you direct from high
atop the Konrad Adenauer Inn. Just a short forty five minute
rocket flight, from where Cape Canaveral meets the Alcan
Highway, twenty minutes down Route 66, just a short hop skip and
a jump from the corner of Sunset and Fifth avenue. High atop one
Fifth avenue where we're listening to the rancid rhythms of
Riles Mizzinnitz and his music to make you wanna throw up. Yes,
and coming up right after this, ladies and gentlemen, The Five
Rancid Fingers of Ben Zedrine and his . . .
Mark: Strings . . .
Howard: Silly side and cut ups, yes, ladies and gentlemen, here
we go into another . . . thing. No, not into another thing,
ladies and gentlemen, I'm glad, because it's time to say that
you're listening to the National Bum Rushing Company and we're
all sitting around the table here stewed, ladies and gentlemen,
and we're sitting here in Spokane, Washington
Mark: Right on
Howard: Would beyond the reef
Mark: Can Can
Howard: I hope this is it, because I can't go on crooning
forever, come on in, boys!