Tony: Hey, Left-a-rooney, how's it going?
Lefty: Just when I taught I was gonna have some peace!
Tony: You've been in here all day. You've had more than enough peace.
Lefty: Whaddaya want? Are da awards over?
Tony: Not quite. I wanted to stop by to see how you were.
Lefty: I'm doin' good. Riiiiiiiight!
Tony: Well, I have something to cheer you up!
Lefty sits up on his hammock.
Lefty: I won an award?
Tony: Er...not exactly...
Tony produces a ukelele. He strums it, and begins to sing "Any Old Iron," at a rapid pace, about ten times faster than it's normally sung.
Ooooh, just a week or two ago, my poor old Uncle Bill,
Went and kicked the bucket, and he left me in his will.
The other day I popped around to see poor Auntie Jane,
She said, "Your Uncle Bill has left you a watch and chain."
I put it on right across my vest,
Thought I looked a dandy as it dangled on my chest,
Just to flash it off I started walking 'round about,
A lot of nippers followed me and all began to shout:
Any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron?
You look neat - talk about a treat,
You look dapper from your napper to your feet.
Pressed in style, brand new tile,
And your father's old green tie on,
But I wouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch chain,
Old iron, old iron?
Ready for the next verse? O-kay!
(the song is performed at a FASTER pace)
Shan't forget when I got married to Selina Brown,
The way people laughed at me, it made me feel a clown.
I began to wonder, when their dials began to crack,
If by mistake I'd got my Sunday trousers front to back.
I wore my chain on my darby kell,
The sun was shining on it and it made me look a swell,
The organ started playing and the bells began to ring,
My chain began to rattle, so the choir began to sing:
Ooooh, any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron?
You look neat - talk about a treat,
You look dapper from your napper to your feet.
Pressed in style, brand new tile,
And your father's old green tie on,
But I wouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch chain,
Old iron, old iron?
Okay, Lefty...now you join in!
Ooooh, any old iron, any old iron, any, any, any old iron?
You look neat--
Lefty, who has had a pillow over his head, during the above, screams, and runs out of the doorm.
Well. That'll get him back to the ceremony!
(in Snagglepuss voice)
Exit...stage left!
(leaves room)