Sherbert Dabs in memory of Roberto Frizzante (Fizzy Bob) and the Scottish banana скачать в хорошем качестве

Sherbert Dabs in memory of Roberto Frizzante (Fizzy Bob) and the Scottish banana

Roberto Frizzante was born in Scotland in 1870. His father was an Italian accordion player who performed at the local night spots and imbued Roberto with a love of the music hall from an early age. Roberto himself specialised in the clarinet and transcribed many of the popular songs of the time, along with bubbly tunes of his own, to perform at concerts all over Scotland, where he adopted the stage name of Fizzy Bob in honour of his favourite sweet, the sherbert dab. Because he never published his ditties, most of them were forgotten after he retired from the scene and when he died, in 1932, allegedly from an overdose of sherbet dabs in a mysterious explosion, his manuscripts were mislaid in all the confusion and remained hidden. They were discovered by chance in a second hand book shop in 2007. These are the first recorded performances of Fizzy Bob’s "Scottish banana". Young Hamish he went out to buy him some chips and ordered a haddock and good saucy dips His eyes then did wander and he licked his lips 'Cause he'd spotted a Scottish banana "Och aye! that'll do me! The deep fried banana's just right for my tea!" So Hamish he emptied his wallet right there and all for the Scottish banana. all for the Scottish all for the Scottish all for the Scottish banana Now everyone knows deep fried food does you good Provided you have a wee apple for pud But Hamish just kept all that under his hood Preferring his Scottish banana. "Och aye! that'll do me! Cos deep fried bananas are all I can see!" So Hamish he picked up his package of food including the Scottish banana. all for the Scottish all for the Scottish all for the Scottish banana Young Hamish went home now with all of his haul Sat down on the sofa with TV and all He opened the package and started to bawl There was fish and chips but no banana! "Och nay! I'll check where I went It surely was stolen by some passing gent Or else it escaped while my money was spent Oh where is my Scottish banana?" all for the Scottish all for the Scottish all for the Scottish banana But Hamish just couldn't account for his loss He looked in the heather, he looked in the moss He questioned a passing great white albatross But nary a sign of banana! "Oh nay, where can it be? Bananas don't vanish, bananas don't flee!" So Hamish he turned and then quite suddenly He slipped on his Scottish banana! all for the Scottish all for the Scottish all for the Scottish banana