Some Cat's Killed the Canary

Frank Sinatra transcribed as Rocky Fortune. NBC presents Frank Sinatra as that footloose and fancy-free young gentleman, Rocky Fortune. When I was a kid, a couple of maiden ants made me practice a bull fiddle of strength in my character.

It didn't do much for my character because I hocked the fiddle and ran away from home. Every once in a while, though I got a chance to pick up a couple of bucks playing with a small combo at a Polish wedding or a Bumitzvah.

The last job I had was neither. It was more of a funeral. My own. Yeah? Hey, you got him. Where's the monkey by? Well, hi, you jazz boy. Where you been? I mean, a gass about a little flea back all the whole- I've been there.

How's America's greatest bebop horn? Gaining altitude, man. Gaining altitude. Getting tall, huh? Yeah. You mean music? Dad, I don't mean brick laying. Gogs, I haven't played the bass for five years. Also, my instrument is with Uncle.

uncle I hocked it for train fare man that don't signify we'll scuffle up a base for you how much and where this answer bar see in a half hour solid solid plant you now a diggy lake whatever happened to that line I invest the subway token and 20 minutes later I am in a

jungle room with a hotel Zanzibar which is a cheap three-story flea bag on Bleakman Street on the bandstand as Bugsy Barton this five boughs of bough Bugsy is a musician's musician and the boys are playing strictly from Memphis after the set bucks he comes over and sits down with me.

This boy is five feet wide across the chest and he doesn't know from his own strength. Rock boy, give me some skin man. Easy bucks, you're breaking up the metacouples. What's up? My bass player's on his sauce, I need somebody to take his place tonight.