Mr. LeVant, Mr. LeVant,
I wish you wouldn't have
this attitude towards me.
This is a new show
and I
want to be chummy. me.
You make me feel like I'm not wanted.
I know you're a big successful musician,
and that you go around
with a lot of important people
who I wouldn't mention
for fear of mispronouncing their names.
But you know,
I'm not a bad boy.
You know that underneath
a smooth exterior,
I got a rough interior,
Oscar, Oscar!
Please, let me call you Oscar.
All right, Al.
Call me Oscar.
I don't even know
if I want to talk to you now.
... Oh, come on, Al.
Please, please call me Oscar.
Well, it isn't a matter of just
a name.
I want you to be like you used to be.
Oh, I see.
You want me to be myself.
Oh, no!
Don't go that far!
That's the very thing Toscanini objected
to.
You know what I mean, Oscar.
You used to sit at the piano
an d play a chord or two.
And I would sing.
Oh, yes, I remember.
And I loved it.
Poor butterfly
Neath the blossoms waiting
Poor Butterfly,
for she loved him so.
The moments pass into hours,
the hours pass into years,
an d as she smiles through her tears,
she mur murs, low.
The moon and I know
that he'll be faithful.
I'm sure he'll come
to me by and by.
But if If she don't come back,
then I never sigh or cry.
I just must die, poor butterfly.
Love