All I need now is a microphone and I'll be back in business as a legitimate nuisance to the community.
Frim Fram Sauce is my all time favorite Jazz song because it's classy. Nat King Cole covers it with such smooth class and flawless character and enunciation that no one can ever top it. But I understand this song and the message is the laughable pretense of the universe. Injured Geese waddling behind a defunct hippie, clad in his thin armor of disguise, his polyester shirts and bell bottoms are mere training wheels of disaster for the fallen knight.