Lou Shoots An Orange Picker

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Listen to the greater rhythms of Freddie Ritch and his orchestra, the swingy singing of Connie Hane. And that Popeye's little weather prophet who saw the ground hog this morning and calmly said, Hey, Costello, where in the world have you been?

I've been looking for you all day. Oh, I'm a pretty fishy man. I spent the whole day in my backyard hanging prunes on my orange tree. H-hanging prunes on your orange tree? Who told you to do that?

My gardener. He said the orange tree needed pruning. What a dope. Your gardener meant you should get a ladder and saw the limbs. I don't need no ladder. I saw the limbs from my window.

Oh, hold on. What kind of limbs can you saw from your window? The limbs have really pulled you. She lives the store. No, no. No, no, no. I understand. I'm talking about the limbs on your tree.

Did you saw the limbs? Certainly I saw the limbs. They was hanging right in front of me. No. No, no, no. You didn't have to cut them, did you? Look. Just a minute. Did you saw them off?

Oh, I just saw you saw them off. No, no, Custer. You don't saw them on. You saw them off. It was off. How could I see them? Because you had to see them when you saw them.

I had to see them when I saw them. What kind of English is that? Custer, when I say saw, I don't mean the kind of saw you saw when you see. I mean the kind of saw you saw when you saw.