One, two. One, two, three, four . . .

I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss

Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptown

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else . . . oh, but then, on the other hand I would

Keep the wax
'N melt it down
Pluck the Floss
'N swish it aroun'

Well, I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)

I'm Movin' to Montana soon
I'm gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon

I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big,
An' ride him all along the border line

With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand

But by myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
'Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
(A little tweezer glint)

And then I'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
'N give my foot a push . . .
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over by the Dennil Floss Bush

'N then I might just
Jump back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana

Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay
Yippy-Ty-O . . .

The name of this song, folks, is "Dupree's Paradise," and it features an introduction by Mr. George Duke.

That was George Duke, ladies and gentlemen. and he just said, "Goddamn, it's cold out here," and it sure is cold out here. It's cold as a motherfucker out here. But we're gonna keep on playing for you, even though our little fingers are just a-twitchin' and a-throbbin'. It's so fuckin' cold on this stage we don't even wanna talk about it, so we're just gonna go on with the rest of this song. How many say 'amen' to it. Well don't mention it . . .

That is one way that you can warm yourselves up out there. You can clap your hands together. Just clap together on the backbeat. Just like they do at all the big rock & roll concerts. Quite a bit of natural rhythm here tonight. I see some of you are clapping on the first beat. Some of you are clapping on the second and fourth beat. Some of you are clapping on the end of one. And the third beat of a quintuplet that begins on the fourth beat of the bar. Now just get the groove going. Ain't it funky now!

Now this is the sensitive, mysterious part here. Be-bop scholars unite.

Tak!

All right. Thank you very much. Or tak you very much, however you prefer it. We're gonna go on now with an elaborate event that starts off with a, uh, sort of a march. And then it goes into sort of a waltz. And then it goes into sort of a tango. And then it goes into sort of a trombone solo. And then it builds up to a frenetic conclusion. And then we STOP. You're ready? We— We'll be doing the march medium tempo and then pick it up when it gets to "Farther Oblivion," okay? Well . . .

Join the march and eat my starch.

Now Kerry, I want you to be sure to turn the violin up, a whole lot from the beginning . . .

C'mon, get your hands together, I know you can get into this tango.

Like to thank you very much for coming to our concert tonight. We hope you enjoyed it. I'm sorry we played so many wrong notes in the last part of that song. Hey, we should go back and do it again.

Thanks a lot. Goodnight.