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Kenosha.
Ice cream on your apple pie.
That's good.
Mountain streams and fish to fry.
Yum yum.
That's good.
Flag that you can wave about.
you never had it so good you never had it so good sister miles of happy faces styles and styles and races still we're one big neighborhood you never had me never ever had it so good so good so good so good the corn upon the Kansas plain
That's good.
That's good.
A hot dog in a bleachers seat.
That's good.
Different styles and races Still we're one big neighborhood
three times every day.
It's worse than the other birds that waltz me around again, Willie.
A fisherman.
kept snow boots all polished and clean.
For weather out there can turn on a dare from sunshine to wild winter scenes.
A boy from Milwaukee one day tried
It's worse than the other verse.
Waltz me around again, Willie.
A man from Wisconsin dels.
Soul cheese curds and giant cowbells.
When tourists would ask, what's your favorite task?
He'd say, with tourists, it's whatever sells.
A teacher from math.
There once was a moose near Superior
He hung on each one a cranberry bun and claimed that his style was
superior.
The music of the star.
Harbor Streisand.
I never had much money.
I never won a race.
My jokes don't even
The music of the stars, Farrell Williams wrote that for Paul Williams.
Here's Louis Prima.
This is from Disney The Rescuers.
Gee, I'd love to be back home.
Back with all the friends I've known.
Filled the air.
Life was like an easy chair.
I never had it so good.
Then fame and fortune came and made a play for me.
Suddenly my name and lights was all I could see.
I was blinded by success.
I walked right out on happiness and said goodbye to my old neighborhood.
While the greener grass I thought I'd find was right there with
blinded by success I walked right out on happiness and said
and the fair tone.
Here's Paul Harvey.
In all New York there was no drama school more prestigious than the John Murray Anderson Robert Milton School of the Theater and Dance.
One could tell at a glance.
One could feel its importance from its East 58th Street facade, its elaborate wrought iron gates, its elegant foyer.
with parquet floors and wing chairs and tables and of course its founders and faculty.
Producer John Murray Anderson was a theatrical legend on two continents.
Robert Milton and David Burton and James Light and Frederick Stanhope were immensely respected theatrical directors and so it was that the imposing George in front on East 58th became a mecca for innumerable aspiring actors and directors and playwrights and
scenic and costume designers and one shy teenager named Diane Belmont.
To many of the students Diane was known simply as the girl in the back.
She was so intimidated by the talented people around her that she often stood in the back of the class or behind the stage scenery and watched their performances in quiet awe.
The girl in the back.
Among the gifted pupils was young Betty Davis.
A theatrical firebrand with original ideas and a forceful delivery that riveted the attention of all who saw her.
Diane, the girl in the back, wished with all of her heart to be like Betty.
But she knew she never could.
And so eventually did everybody else in the school.
But finally one day co-founder Robert Milton called Diane into his office.
Clearly he was exasperated.
What on earth brought you here in the first place?
He asked.
Diane thought for a moment.
But she could not bring herself to tell Mr. Milton the rest of the story.
For only a short while ago, she'd been a soda jerk at Walgreens.
And then after having been fired for leaving the banana out of a banana split, she thought she would try another line of work, something exciting like modeling or acting.
Well... Diane did get a part-time job modeling for fashion designer, Hattie Carnegie.
And that's when she changed her name to Diane Belmont, but...
She had always loved musical theater and thought that if only she were properly trained, she might be good enough to appear on Broadway someday.
That last part, that's what Diane told Mr. Milton, the renowned director scowled.
He thundered you will never be an actress young lady, not on Broadway nor anyplace else.
And he proceeded to enumerate the reasons.
her frozen awkward manner, her impenetrable shyness, her inescapable middle-western accent, her obvious lack of talent.
She would always be the girl in the back.
Mr. Milton said I'm writing a letter to your mother.
He said I'm going to confide to her that your tuition is a waste of money, that your presence
in the school is a waste of time and now he added please go home and Diane utterly humiliated but believing every word Mr. Milton had said went home to her mother and spent weeks thereafter moping sulking around the house writing lugubrious poetry and oh yes she changed her name again
She gave up.
The Diane Belmont went back to her real name, Lucille Ball.
Only now, you know, the rest of the story.
And here's Bobby Darron.
Happy holiday, everybody.
This is Off-Broadway 2.
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you.
Don't bring around a cloud of terrain on my parade.
Don't tell me not to live just sitting butter.
Life's candy and the sun is a ball of butter.
Who told you you're allowed a terrain on my parade?
I'm gonna march my band out.
I'll beat my drum.
At least I didn't fake it.
Sir, so what?
I didn't make it.
But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection, or freckle on the nose of life's complexion, the cinder of the shiny apple of its eye.
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once.
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy, juicy and juicy.
I gotta have my bite, sir.
So get ready for me, love, because I am a comer.
I simply gotta march my hearts to trauma.
Don't bring around a cloud terrain on my parade.
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once.
Only can die once, right, sir.
Ooh, love is juicy, juicy, and juicy.
I gotta have my bite.
Wisconsin is in Racine.
On the fourth itself, nobody dares compete.
It wouldn't dare.
I've stood tall, united
Here's Norm Lewis right off Broadway.
Tune identified with Carol Channing.
By life with the rest of them with the best of them
All of those lights over there seem to be telling me where I'm going When the whistles blow and the cymbals crash and the sparklers fly
Before the parade passes by I've got to get some life back into my life I'm ready to move
Music of the Stars.
and one of the songs on she is all about Mardi Gras is called, Here Comes the Big
Parade.
Be right back after NBC News has a parade
today in Kenosha.
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