Bob (Brodsky) favored the assemblage last night with a ditty from his excellent book, "Songs My Mother Never Sang To Me." (available at rfoxbro.com) Sung to the tune of the Man on the Flying Trapeze, it goes like this:
Suzanne Was a Lady
Suzanne was a lady, with plenbty of class
Who knocked them all dead, when she wiggled her ...
EYEs at the fellows as girls sometimes do
To make it quite plain that she wanted to ...
TAKE in a movie or go for a sail
And then hurry home for a good piece of ...
CAKE and ice cream or a slice of roast duck
For after each meal she was ready to ...
GO for a ride or a stroll on the dock
With any young man with a sizeable ...
ROLL of greenbacks and plenty of front
And if he talked fast she would show him ...
HER lily white hand with a movement so quick
Then she'd reach down to ticke his
LITTLE white dog who was subject to fits
And maybe she'd let him take hold of her ...
HAND while she sang of the Mandaly shore
For whatever she was, Suzanne was no bore.
Let me tell you, it brought down the house. Bob's book also comes with a CD of him performing some of the numbers covered in the book (at no extra charge.)
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