My name is Sy Zetner. That's Sy with an S and no silent P.
I don't do it Gangman style. I am here to dip into the Record Collection of some solid sounds, or as you skinny- jean wearing, neck- bearded sissies might say, "spin the platters that matters". I don't even care if you don't say that last part. You should. If you have any testosterone left in your body. That goes double for all you ladies who think you're guys but still insist on going to the little girls room to powder your nose and get some digits. I just wanna lay some groovy tracks on your backs and see if you can dig on my musical facts.
Today I am talking about one of the funniest comedy albums of all time. Woody Woodbury's Saloonatics. This ain't no Lonely Island, as you can tell by the lovely lady who is bending over to serve Woody a drink and give you an early look at the new episode of Leave It To Cleavage. Sure, you can get all kinds of funny songs on you tubes, I tunes and Who's ats? But only the Saloonatics will have you laughing and peeing your pants at the same time.
Woody takes on drunks, drinks, drinking, and whatever else is lying around the liquor cabinet of comic cocktails. And he does it with his usual flair and grace as you can tell by that smart ass grin and hat that screams hilarious every time you pull the vinyl out of it's sleeve. So leave the comedy to the Saloonatics on this album and you'll never have to go to another one of those church basement programs again. Now make yourself useful and get your Uncle Sy a Highball filled with hijinx and just the right balance of heartbreak motor oil and bombay gin.
I don't do it Gangman style. I am here to dip into the Record Collection of some solid sounds, or as you skinny- jean wearing, neck- bearded sissies might say, "spin the platters that matters". I don't even care if you don't say that last part. You should. If you have any testosterone left in your body. That goes double for all you ladies who think you're guys but still insist on going to the little girls room to powder your nose and get some digits. I just wanna lay some groovy tracks on your backs and see if you can dig on my musical facts.
Today I am talking about one of the funniest comedy albums of all time. Woody Woodbury's Saloonatics. This ain't no Lonely Island, as you can tell by the lovely lady who is bending over to serve Woody a drink and give you an early look at the new episode of Leave It To Cleavage. Sure, you can get all kinds of funny songs on you tubes, I tunes and Who's ats? But only the Saloonatics will have you laughing and peeing your pants at the same time.
Woody takes on drunks, drinks, drinking, and whatever else is lying around the liquor cabinet of comic cocktails. And he does it with his usual flair and grace as you can tell by that smart ass grin and hat that screams hilarious every time you pull the vinyl out of it's sleeve. So leave the comedy to the Saloonatics on this album and you'll never have to go to another one of those church basement programs again. Now make yourself useful and get your Uncle Sy a Highball filled with hijinx and just the right balance of heartbreak motor oil and bombay gin.
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