 Now stay tuned for the Burl-Ives program produced and transcribed in Hollywood for your listening pleasure. Burl's Gastonite, Trinidad's King of the Calypso, Sir Lancelot. Jimmy Cracorn, then I don't care. Jimmy Cracorn, then I don't care. Jimmy Cracorn, then I don't care. My master's gone away. He's coming up the road again. Your Wayfarer and Stranger, Philco's friendly troubadour, Burl-Ives. Oh, she's gone again. Skip to Malou, she's gone again. Skip to Malou, she's gone again. Skip to Malou, skip to Malou, my darling. Hair's in the buttermilk, two by two. Hair's in the buttermilk, two by two. Hair's in the buttermilk, two by two. Skip to Malou, my darling. Oh, she's gone again. Skip to Malou, she's gone again. Skip to Malou, she's gone again. Skip to Malou, skip to Malou, my darling. If you can't get a red bird, a blue bird will do. If you can't get a red bird, a blue bird will do. If you can't get a red bird, a blue bird will do. Skip to Malou, my darling. Oh, she's gone again. Skip to Maloo, she's gone again, Skip to Maloo, she's gone again, Skip to Maloo, skip to Maloo, my darling. Hello, friends. I'm aware in my Sunday go-to-meat-and-suit, and the front parlor is unlocked. I've got a fresh coat of blacken on the old pot-bellied stove, and I've dusted off the old moose-head, and I'm hotting up the coffee, and a few of my friends are showing up, because we're entertaining royalty. Sir Lancelot of Trinidad, and Knight of the Order of the Calypso. Now, before Sir Lancelot gets here, I better explain that I've been boning up on this calypso, so I'll know how to act when his lordship arrives. You see, calypso is a little hard to understand, because it has a kind of a private lingo. It goes something like this. Auf die Feier, down, auf die Feier, down day, auf die Feier, auf die Feier, down day. Now, that means put out the fire. That's how I found that out. Now, Sir Lancelot might come in singing a French or Spanish or a Chinese song, but on his engraved announcement of his arrival, he told me that he was going to sing a real authentic calypso song. Now, here he comes now. Jimmy Clark corn, and I don't care. Lance, you crossed me up. It serves me right for pretending that I'm a calypso expert. Ah, fool of that time, huh? Yes, you did. Oh, Mr. Eyes, you must never pretend. It will always get you in the end. Never, never tell a lie. It will come back and smack you between the eyes. I guess that's right. Lance, while I go out in a corner and write that down a hundred times using the Palmer method, you better get your royal entourage together and give us a real calypso song. Ah, neighbor, neighbor, leave me door. I don't want your hair no more. I don't like your company. She'll fly, don't bother me. Let me tell you a little story about the woman next door to me. She's the worst thing I ever see. Oh, she like his tribe and misery. The other morning, about half past four, she come knocking at me door. She must be trying to ruin me, but she know I don't get up that early. She said, Sir Lance, not I'm all alone. Take me to your island home, but she forgot to inform me that she has a little husband six foot three. I don't like your company. In fact, I liked it so much that I tell you what I'm going to do for you. I'm going to compose a calypso-filco commercial. Oh, no, permit me, girl. Ah, Lance, I couldn't do that. After all, you're my guest. What would the people across the street say? What I would be delighted. Permit me as a token of my appreciation of your hospitality. This one little thing. Okay, Sir Lance, let you twisted my arm. For the very best buy-in radio, get the 1201 combination-filco, one of the finest radios they have today. Just slide a record in this slot and let it play. The fact that all over the land Filco radios are in demand. So listen to Sir Lance searching your calypso. Get yourself a filco radio. Don't go away, Sir Lance. I want to give this calypso a whirl myself a little later on, and I'll need your help so you stick around. Right now, friends, I'm going to sing a little song of the Florida Everglades that's sometimes called, Baby, Did You Hear? It'll surprise you. Baby, your sweetie's gonna leave you Yes, yes, on the next playday Your sweetie's gonna ride the Cherokee Down the St. John's River And every assent will I be the giver Furniture's gonna leave you Yes, yes, on the next playday And every assent will I be the giver Oh, there's a kind of a song, a kind of a Yankee calypso. The boys who sailed the clipper ships down to the Caribbean and loaded cargo of West Indian spices and riches sang their own songs. This may have been one of them. In Amsterdam, there lived a maid Mark you well what I say In Amsterdam, there lived a maid She was mistress of her trade, I'll go The more I roving with you, fair maid Since roving's been my ruayin, I'll go The more I roving with you The eyes were blue, her cheeks were brown Mark you well what I say Her eyes were blue, her cheeks were brown Her hair and ringlets hanging down, I'll go The more I roving since roving's been my ruayin, I'll go The more I roving I took that maid out for a walk Mark you well what I say I took that maid out for a walk We had such a lovely talk I'll go The more I roving I put my hand up on her knee Mark you well what I say I put my hand up on her knee Said she to me, you're getting too free I'll go The more I roving Since roving's been my ruayin, I'll go The more I roving Then spent my pay Mark you well what I say I took her out and spent my pay And then that maid just faded away I'll go The more I roving with you Fair maid The more I roving Since roving's been my ruayin, I'll go The more I roving Years ago there was a young lady named Calypso So fascinating that she kept a famous Wayfair and man of the time at her side For seven years Don't recall his name but he was famous Yes, that's right, Burl And she was a very ugly woman You don't say I do say Well, tell us about it If you want to be happy And live a king's life Never make a prudky woman your wife If you want to be happy And live a king's life Never make a prudky woman your wife All you have to do is just what I say Then you will be happy, merry and gay Therefore from a logical point of view Always marry a woman uglier than you Pretty woman makes her husband look small And very open to causes downfall Soon as she marries everyone Then she starts to do the things That will ache his heart And when you think she's belonging to you She's calling somebody else to do Therefore from a logical point of view Always marry a woman uglier than you Let's try together Sure An ugly woman gives you your meals on time Tries to make you comfortable in mind At nights when you lie up on your cozy bed She will coach, caress you and scratch your head And after a minute in the night Will she leave you alone? Seems she wants to melt the fat from your bones Therefore from a logical point of view All you have to do is just what I say Now that we've sung about an ugly woman I want to introduce you to a very pretty man The Filco Man I want to tell you that I've had a very enjoyable time And I hope you have too Sir Lancelot, it was an honor to have you with us And I sure hate to see you go, boy Oh, Mr. Rise, mighty ballad singer You're a very polite host, but I cannot linger I must myself most quickly be stirred I'm leaving by Pal-American clipper Sir Lancelot, it was a pleasure to have you here I must admit you have brought us good cheer You certainly are one of the finest of men I hope you will come back and see us again Long, girl And friends, listen next week at this time For Burl-Eyes, Filco's friendly troubadour Whose weekly visit is produced and transcribed in Hollywood For your listening pleasure Next week, Burl plays host to more old friends And remember, come into our store And let us demonstrate the new Filco radios And radiophonographs