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thinkers of the community to help me,

Miss Patricia Johnson.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The subject of the lecture

for this evening is political.

And no one is more critical.

Than my colleague and I.

The subject is political

and no one is more critical.

Or even more analytical.

Than my colleague.

My colleague and I.

We scoff at soap-box orators.

With all their

foolish theories economical.

In fact we think

it's very comical.

The way they moan and cry.

Comical comical too

economical Isn't it comical?

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Comical comical too economical.

Isn't it comical?

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

And so whenever we meet someone.

Who thinks

that everything is wrong.

We get them in a corner.

And we let.

Let.

Them hear this song.

It isn't opera.

It's not classic.

Just a simple little song.

Stop! Stop?

Stop hiding behind a pillow.

Whenever the dawn looks gray.

Get up, get out

and meet the sun halfway.

There may be a fortune waiting.

Or maybe an egg souffl.

Get up, get out, you gotta

meet the sun halfway.

Get into the tub.

And as you begin

to rub and scrub give out.

With your version

of the Road to Mandalay.

Don't ever expect

the bright side.

Served up to you on a tray.

Get up, get out

and meet the sun halfway.

You ought to be like Buck Rogers.

Just look where he is today.

Get up, get out

and meet the sun halfway.

You may be a new Dick Tracey.

Conducting an expos.

Get up, get out, you gotta

meet the sun halfway.

And don't blame your luck.

Do you wanna sound

like Donald Duck?

You know when you smile you

throw yourself a big bouquet.

You'd even show Li'I Abner.

A way to win Daisy Mae.

Get up, get out

and meet the sun halfway.

All right, wait a minute, wait a minute!

Now, hey, come on, everybody, join in.

The elephant is a dreamer.

But nevertheless he'll say.

Get up, get out.

And meet the sun halfway.

Oh, the pelican is peculiar.

But what does his life convey?

Get up, get out.

And meet the sun halfway.

Any horse if it believes

in making hay.

So thinking the whole thing over.

We offer this resum.

Make it big.

Get up, get out.

And meet the sun halfway.

And now

for the real music lovers,

direct from a successful

engagement at the Jade Room

of commissary number three,

we bring you Joe Bluett

and his Rollicking Riveteers.

I've saved your seats

for you, Pat. Thank you.

When I was born pappy said

"Ain't he the cutest thing?"

But he jumped through

the window on his head

when I began to sing.

He jumped through the window

on his head.

What?

It's no use, Buzz.

Old sittin' bull he sits no

more He sure did meet his doom.

His Pa kicked him

out through the door.

When he sang this crazy tune.

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