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To be sung by a tenor in his best imitation of Caruso.

     Isabella!
Isabella!
In the whole wide world there isn’t any swella!
Isabella!
Isabella!
Ev’rybody tells me I’m a lucky fella!
Isabella!
Isabella!
With your kiss so sweet my teeth are turning yella—
Though my dental bills are high,
You can see the reason why,
Isabella! You’re the one for me!

Comments

  1. tom says:

    Does “best imitation of Caruso” include being dead?

    • Belfry Bat says:

      This raises an interesting question: there aren’t many recordings of Caruso from his civil engineering days, but surely one could hope to imitate the unknown Caruso, as best as possible, too … No? And how would we know if he got it wrong?

    • Belfry Bat says:

      Imitation death, on the other hand, is an operatic staple.

  2. Belfry Bat says:

    About the lyric: is it a v.d.B Wheedle?

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