Sunday, February 7, 2010


You work for me, you're guaranteed some celery...

In a very nice article by Las Vegas writer Marsala Rypka from awhile back, Erich Bergen told the story of how he once asked Frankie Valli if he still could sing the lesser known verses to "Moody's Mood for Love." They were having lunch. Frankie put down his fork, sang, then went back to his salad.

I imagine it must have gone something like this...

(to the tune of "I'm in the Mood for Love"/"Moody's Mood for Love")

I'm in the mood for grub
Didn't the waitress hear me?
Funny I thought she'd hear me
I'm in the mood for grub

Escargot, escargot, escargot, escargot
Little baby greens in my bowl, romaine escarole
Hear my tummy grumbling every time it's dinner
I love your crudites
You give me some oil mixed with some vinegar balsamic

Radish stars and sliced up cucumbers
Derssing on the side
How I worry 'bout cholesterol and sodium, hey baby come here
Asparagus spear
Is there parsley in my teeth?

I'm really feeling...
In the mood for...grub.

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