 Now stay tuned for the burl-eye show produced and transcribed in Hollywood for your listening pleasure Burl's guest tonight the first lady of the breakfast club Aunt Fanny Jimmy crack corn, then I don't care Jimmy crack corn, then I don't care Jimmy crack corn, then I don't care my master is gone He's coming up the road again your wayfarer and stranger Philco's friendly troubadour burl-eye We're over is dear little suzy oh we're over it's Susie Where love died a poser way down yonder in the PowerPoint come on boys? Let's go find came on boys. Let's go find come on boys Let's go find her way down yander in the pothole patch Picking the fall post put them in your pocket picking the fall post put them in pocket picking the fall post put him in Your pocket way down yandering the Palpo Hi there friends, a lot of kind people have come down here tonight to listen to the music of the quartet and to meet our guest, but they're going to have to pay a forfeit because I'm going to talk about myself. A friend came up to me the other day and said, Merle, they've got your picture splashed all over the country, so I sneaked down to the post office to see what reward they were offering for me. Well, it's not much, I guess, because my picture wasn't even posted, but I did find out that my handsome profile, that's my front profile, is to be seen in the Saturday evening post, Time, Life, and Colliers, and Liberty magazines right alongside one of the prettiest models in America. Men, I want to tell you about this model. She's the kind that'll make you want to stay home nights just to look at her. And she's one of the sweetest, voiced, nicest-mannered, best-dressed, automatic table radio phonographs of 1948. And her telephone number is Philco1256, so just call Philco1256. And if a man answers, have him wrap one up and send it out, your wife will be delighted. Now, when you're studying the picture of us in your favorite magazine, why don't forget I'm the one on the left holding the guitar. Friends, you remember the song, Billy Boy? Well, I want to sing you now the English version of the song. It goes like this. Where have you been all the day, my boy Willie? Where have you been all the day, Willie? Won't you tell me now, Quentin of the Lady Gay? But she is too young to be taken from her mother. Can't she dance and can't she sing, my boy Willie? Can't she dance and can't she sing? Willie, won't you tell me now? She can dance, she can sing, she can do most anything. But she is too young to be taken from her mother. Can't she bake a cherry pie, my boy Willie? Can't she bake a cherry pie, Willie won't you tell me now? She can bake a cherry pie, quick as a cat can wink inside. But she is she fit to be a wife, my boy Willie? Is she fit to be a wife? Willie, won't you tell me now? She's as fit to as a fork fits to a knife. The other day, I got an envelope in the mail that was scented with old lavender and apple ginger. It said, dear Mr. Ives, I must see you at once. Signed Aunt Fanny. So I wrote back and said, come on down. Signed Nephew Burl. Well, she's here, Aunt Fanny of Don McNeil's Breakfast Club. And if you haven't heard of her before, all I can say is you birds haven't been getting your worms lately. Aunt Fanny. I'm keeping you from anything. Not a thing. No, and it's a pleasure to have you here. And I'm certainly anxious to find out that big important reason why you want to see me. I have been leading what you might call a double life. Not you. Oh, yes, I have. And this is what's happened. Like I told you, I love to listen to you on the radio. And I know practical ever song that you sing. Oh, yes, knew them for years. And sir, I like to kind of sing along with you. And as a matter of fact, what I have did is to hoop it up to the extent that the neighbors think I'm actual on your program. And I have let them believe that. I'm ashamed to admit it, but that's what I've did. And now here, they've talked to cleaning the windows and the blinds. And the windows is just as bare as that. Well, there's nothing up there at all. And so they can look in now and see that I'm at the home and not on your radio program. And I feel that the least I can do is to try to make good some way. So I would like to just jump in, if I could, maybe just to sing so much as just a little ways with you on any song. I would be delighted. Would you really? Well, sir, now you're not only a wonderful singer, you're a dear Busan. Because I'll tell you, I envy you, the opportunity you have to go around and sing to folks and cheer them up like you do. And I would like to have did that myself, but sir, I am timid by nature. And I don't like to just bust in any place, you know? Yes. And so likely if I had tried years ago, I could have got myself accustomed to it, you know? I think it gets to be more or less a habit, those two. Yes, it does. Take it home there. I don't know now whether you'd just recognize these people right off the bat or not, but Newt Oghammer there lived out there, yes, and the Dossy Stummy. They was married just last week. Oh, yes. They went together 40 years, 40 years. And you know, actually, Mr. Ives, it was a beautiful thing to see. He was Cortner for 40 years. Oh, why? I'll tell you, you could set your clock by that man going to call on her of a Sunday and a Thursday. Yes, sir. He went over there, regular, and carried her a little sack of gumdrops every time he went. Yes, a thoughtful, oh, real thought he was. That's very nice. I thought so. And so when they got married, people was surprised. And they just wondered why they got married, you know? At their age, I said why? I think that's a wonderful thing. And I said, it's hard to explain things like that. It could have just been that he just felt that he was getting too old and tired to carry the gumdrops anymore. Might as well come out. Well, now, how would you like to sing this song that you mentioned a while ago? Well, now, which one was you aiming to start out on? Oh, do you remember the old song, I'll Give to You a Paper of Pins? Oh, I know it backwards and forwards. Well, do you want to talk some more, or do you want to sing? No, I'll have at it right now if I'm all right with you. I'll Give to You a Paper of Pins. That's the way our love begins. If you will marry me, me, me. If you will marry me. I'll not accept your paper of pins. That's the way our love begins. I'll not marry you, you, you. I'll not marry you. I'll Give to You a Silver Spoon. That you may feed your babes at noon. If you will marry me, me, me. If you will marry me. I'll not accept your Silver Spoon. That I may feed my babes at noon. I'll not marry you, you, you. I'll not marry you. I'll give to you a dress of red stitched all around with golden thread if you will marry me, me, me if you will marry me. I'll not accept your dress of red stitched all around with golden thread, I'll not marry you, you, you, I'll not marry you. I'll give to you the key to my chest and all the money that I possess if you will marry me, me, me if you will marry me. I'll accept the key to your chest and all the money that you possess. Yes, yes, I will marry you. Yes, I'll marry you. Oh, money is all. Woman's love ain't nothing at all. I'll not marry you, you, you. No. I'll not marry you. And Fanny, what kind of a man do you want to marry? Well, what kind of a woman do you want to marry? Hey, lolly. Hey,Música. Hey, lolly. Hey, lolly. I want a girl who'd treat me right. Hey, lolly. I want a man who would come home at night. Well, a single man. Hey, lolly. But a married man will fill your filco-freezers. Hey, lollie-lollie-lollie, hey, lollie-lollie. But give me a woman with lots of money. Hey, lollie-lollie-lollie, that's me. Hey, lollie-lollie-lollie, I want a girl who can make a good salad. That's me. Hey, lollie-lollie-lollie, I want a man who is big and strong. I'm big. Hey, lollie-lollie. But I want a girl who don't talk too long. Goodbye. Hey, lollie-lollie-lollie, I want a girl who can bake a pie. That's me. Hey, lollie-lollie-lollie. I want a man with that glit in his eye. That's me. Hey, lollie-lollie-lollie, hey, lollie-lollie, hey, lollie-lollie-lollie, hey, lollie-lollie, La, la, la, la, la, la. Aunt Fanny, we have a, a Philco gentleman here who has a recipe that'll fill anyone's day with crispy, crunchy goodness. You better jot it down. Aunt Fanny, I just want to say thanks for all the pleasure that you've brought us and the millions of people who listen to the breakfast club. Friends, I'm going down the road again, but before I go, I want to leave you with this thought. For every saucer that's been seen in the sky, there's an empty cup reflected in someone's eye. If you can pour some kindness in, it'll make your own cup seem fuller. So long, I'll be seeing you. Listen next week at this time for Burl Eyes, Philco's friendly troubadour, whose weekly visit is produced and transcribed in Hollywood for your listening pleasure. And come into our store and let us demonstrate the new Philco radios and radiophonogram.