George Garabedian Mr. Grillon Lyrics:
[Kissing sounds, female giggles, males says, "mmm".] [Fester, getting louder and louder:] Mr. Grillon, Mr. Grillon, Mr. Grillon, Mr. GRILLON!
[Kitty and Grillon continue laughing, smooching,
billing and cooing and not
paying attention throughout.] [Grillon:] Hunh?
[Fester:] Mr. Grillon, it's Doc.
[Grillon:] Not now, doc, come back later.
[Fester:] No, I'm not doc, I'm Fester.
Doc, he's lyin' in the street with an
arrah'
[arrow] clean through his neck.
[Grillon:] Not now, Fester, come back later.
[Fester:] No, Mr. Grillon, now it's Doc,
and he's hurt real bad there in the
street. That's what he's doing.
[Grillon:] Who's there?
[Fester:] Oh, Mr. Grillon, now you just gotta come,
now Doc, he's your friend.
[Grillon:] Hunh? Oh, yes, Doc. Uh,
get Doc to take out your adenoids and see if
that helps.
[Fester, under his breath:] I don't know about that.
[Fester:] You need some hot coffee.
Now this thing is serious. Now Doc, he's
been hit. He needs your help.
Now what'dya figure on doin', Mr. Grillon?
[Grillon:] Oh, Fester, it is you.
Can't-cha come back later? An', ah, get the
Doc to look at that leg or something
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[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/HzdL ][Kitty, whispering:] Get rid of him.
[Fester:] The Doc has looked at my leg,
Mr. Grillon, and there's nothin'
he can do.
[Grillon:] Well, then show him the other one --
try to get a matching set.
[Fester, sighing:] Mr. Grillon, now, now,
Doc, he's not gonna make it. Now, that
arrah's clean through his neck and he's just lyin' there,
right smack in the
middle of the street, like. You're the Marshal
and I've always looked up to you.
[Grillon:] Fester, you go back out there and
make sure it's really Doc, an', ah,
check him over real carefully, then let me know.
[Fester:] Well, yes sir. I'll do that checkin'.
[Sound of limping footsteps out, and then back in.] [Fester:] It's Doc alright,
with an arrah right through his neck.
[Grillon:] Which side?
[Fester:] Oh, I didn't check.
[Sound of limping footsteps out, and then back in.] [Fester:] It's both sides, clear through.
[Grillon:] Through what?
[Sound of limping footsteps out.] [Fester:] Through what!!
[Sound of limping footsteps back in.] [Fester:] Wha... throug... ooo, Mist... Do... It's DOC!
[Grillon:] Oh, Doc, of course.
Wait there a minute, Doc, I'll be right with you.
[Festus, speaking softly:] Oh, wait there a minute... Obvious... an arrah right
through... on there... I do my best.
I go back and forth... oh, oh...
[Festus breaks down mumbling and crying.]Lyrics: Mr. Grillon, George Garabedian [end]