Riley, the Bookie

Oh, it's the life of Riley when it's half blue ribbon you drink the moon The minest beer served anywhere so let the glasses blink Oh, east or west or north or south there's nothing like it at all Sure you live in the life of Riley when for past blue ribbon you Blue ribbon, minest beer served anywhere

Proudly presents the life of Riley starring William Bendix as Riley In a small bedroom in a house on a quiet residential street, an ashen-faced man lies huddled out of bed fully clothed, listening to the clock tick away the few moments he has left to live.

I see fingers of terror are clutching at his heart. Cold beads of sweat glisten on his forehead as he waits for the sound of a shot that will The jingle is doomed. And who is this poor quivering cowardly wretch?

Our hero, Chester A. Riley. Rising from the bed, he moves stealthily to the window, carefully lifts the edge of the shade and piers out. And then his chest spins around and falls to the floor on his face.

He groans once. And then, it wasn't a shot. It was only the backfire of the car. You're still alive. I'm alive? What a revolt in development, this is... You're only yourself to blame. You got yourself into this, but remember Riley.

Remember how it all started just a week ago? Remember what you said when you came home that day, and your wife, Peg, told you the news? No, no, I don't believe it, Peg. It ain't true.

Our junior wouldn't do a thing like that. Junior, tell me it ain't true. It's true, all right. Eggbird told Honey Bee Gillis and she told me. How much? He bent twice, 25 cents the first time and 35 seconds.