Crowd: Jungle Love! Jungle Love! Jungle Love!
Steve: You know you can't have everything you
want, now. You have to leave 'em wantin'
something. (Maniacal laughter)

Well, see, C. C. Rider
Just see what you have done
Lord, Lord, Lord
C. C. Rider, see what you have done
Well, you made me love you
And now I got to move on

Well, I'm goin'
Goin' away, baby
Yeah, and I won't be back until fall
Yeah, I'm goin' away, baby
Won't be back until fall
And if I find me a good gig
I might not be back at all

Spoken:

Steve: Oh, Bobby, I wonder if you know what I'm talkin' about.

(Sax Solo)

Steve: Mr. Bobby Mallach

Steve: Believe it's time to go over to the
doctor. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's true. We
have a doctor of philosophy in the band and
whenever we, we need the answer, we have to go
over to talk to Dr. Sidran, our musical
director. Are you in tonight, doctor?
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Ben Sidran: I am in, yes, the doctor is ready.

Steve: Will you take the case?

Ben: I will take the case, it's an interesting case.

Steve: Okay, thank you.

(Piano Solo)

Steve: I feel much better thank you. Mr. Ben
Sidran, Dr. Sidran. Yeah. Courage.

Ben: Courage, forward.

Steve: Well, we want to thank you, ladies and
gentlemen, you've been a great audience and we
have enjoyed playing for you. We want to remind
you that we will be back this summer, and we
will play Jungle Love then. And we'll probably
be playing something new. We want to give you
something to think about, and we hope you'll
come along with us while we think about it, too.
Happy Holidays everybody.

Well, I'm gonna get me
Get me a pistol
Just about as long as I am tall
Gonna get me a pistol
Just about as long as I am tall
I'm gonna shoot my agent
And then I'll catch that cannonball