Trombone Annie

Smile in Town Hall tonight, both 60 minutes of fun and music brought to you by Ipan I'm a child in the town of Birmingham, so it's a mighty alma mater.

That's fine to have you drawn everybody's door. Here they come. Photographer's flier. Now smile, how's that? You think, Mr. Jones? Yeah, well, I mean, it's smile. Turn on that radio, Mr. and town all tonight.

Political candidates. You absolutely refuse to run for governor's game, Mr. Bingham. I refuse to run for anything but the radio, Madam. It's out of all tonight. It's Pfeiffer. Hey, you want a lift buddy? Jump in the car.

Hey, Pfeiffer, but I'm waiting for a buck for the radio. It's down hard tonight. And here we are at the Old Town Hall. There's Fred. Guy's Christian hand ready to make old jokes down like me. Let's listen.

We haven't come to very easy folks. We're just here to open up the Old Town Hall. Now jam right in. If you can't get through the door, you'll find all of the windows open. I'm going to go over.

Howdy Mr. Sin. Howdy Mr. Sin. They close that umbrella for you going inside. Hi there, Humber. Hi there, Lancaster. How's the old boy? Hip-hop, Alan. This is the scene by the Canadian Hills. That's what they all say, folks.

So, hary, hary, hary, hary. You've been stuck on this far as familiar, Fred. Okay. We're opening with Celebrate. Right, O'Farett. We're celebrating, Peter. Celebrate. Celebrate. Celebrate. Celebrate. Celebrate. Celebrate. Celebrate. Celebrate. Everybody come and join us at Elevate.

In three, four, go. I'm the President of the Marley and Hooligan, a profusean, hysterical hussard, and high-polluting, higgly-siggly-fred, Allen, in person.