One Meatball - Summer of Barry Continued

Somehow my brother tricked me into going to a jazz concert (John Pizzarelli) with him at the Hollywood Bowl. It is very hard to come up with excuses as to why you can't do things when you have no job. I went, figuring at the very least I could write about it. There was so much skatten and beeboppin in my head. The highlight of the evening was being yelled at by an elderly woman for talking too loudly when I pointed out the principal from 'Growing Pains.' I take my celebrity sightings where I can get them. The other enjoyable part of the concert was when they played a song about a meatball. I really felt for the artist. It made me so damn hungry.

One Meatball

A little man walked up and down,
He found an eating place in town,
He read the menu through and through,
To see what fifteen cents could do.

One meatball, one meatball,
He could afford but one meatball.

He told the waiter near at hand,
The simple dinner he had planned.
The guests were startled, one and all,
To hear that waiter loudly call, "What,

"One meatball, one meatball?
Hey, this here gent wants one meatball."

The little man felt ill at ease,
Said, "Some bread, sir, if you please."
The waiter hollered down the hall,
"You gets no bread with one meatball.

"One meatball, one meatball,
Well, you gets no bread with one meatball."

The little man felt very bad,
One meatball was all he had,
And in his dreams he hears that call,
"You gets no bread with one meatball.

"One meatball, one meatball,
Well, you gets no bread with one meatball."