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Swiss Kriss for President

Swiss Kriss for President

An unpaid pitchman, I even sent Kriss to Eisenhower. “Do it the Satchmo way and you’ll feel 10 years old.”
Swiss Kriss Diet

Swiss Kriss Diet

I’m a high-strutting yo-yo diet, the gut and down every year or so. But people fixate on my weight, like I got cancer. No, I got Swiss Kriss.
St. James Infirmary

St. James Infirmary

Two Freds, one the composer the other the tromboner. Got to have both or this hit would need a church organ donor.
The First Few A’s in St. James Infirmary

The First Few A’s in St. James Infirmary

That song’s first “A” didn’t show up, must’ve been sick. That “A” didn’t show up, could’ve been sick. Or maybe missed the call ’bout the gig between my lips.
What a Wonderful World

What a Wonderful World

The melody sounded like twinkle twinkle’s great uncle oompah loompah: “I see trees of green . . .” Label wasn’t seeing the same green cause they only offered me 5 c-notes.
Talking to the Bones: Talking

Talking to the Bones: Talking

“That Kalk Hook farm was uppermost?” “I promise: a sky beyond the sky will burn in this earth.”
Lloyd’s Neck/Slink

Lloyd’s Neck/Slink

Scrupulous, astute: to the City he was sent (by) and sometimes went (with) Master Henry to shoehorn deals.
A Lopsided G-d

A Lopsided G-d

Another text, he wrote; tossed it off his tongue addressing “Negroes of the State of New York.”
Whistlelo

Whistlelo

Freedom?! I live in a lawyer’s clamped attic with Minnie and Cudjoe who ain’t free.
Fourcast

Fourcast

If the weather looks bad, you should never use four-letter words.

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