I'm your scat man! Dee-da da-da da-da-daa, baba-deee-da-da da-da-daaa.
First things first. Why the hell is Ian Crosland still so funny?
It's been so long, but if I'm bored at home, I can always count on Ian Crosland to make me laugh. He's my scat man. And what kind of itch does he have about 3/4 of the way through the video that appears to begin at his ass crack and spiral forward to somewhere between his nipples? When I get an itch, it tends to remain localised. But then again, I'm not high on all kinds of drugs 24/7.
Back to my original point: Whatever happened to Scatman John? Oh wait, simple Google search reveals that he is dead. Due to his great contributions to stutterers all over the world, I must pay tribute to him now.
Wherever you are (scat heaven?), Mr. John Paul Larkin, this goes out to you:
Skiddledy-dee-de-whoa-whoa-oh! Beeedley-dee-dep-bo-whoa-do-do!
Don't even front like you don't like Scatman John.
Yeah, don't eeeeven front. Because now Scatman John's a ghost and if you don't pay him the proper respect, he's going to scat in your ear all night long. Best ghost ever. Bu-bu-bu-beeeee-da-da-da-da-daa-wow.
One more for the road:
Hey, Louis Armstrong! What are you doing? Are you busy tonight? No? You sure? Then LET'S JAM!!
Click to viewIt's been so long, but if I'm bored at home, I can always count on Ian Crosland to make me laugh. He's my scat man. And what kind of itch does he have about 3/4 of the way through the video that appears to begin at his ass crack and spiral forward to somewhere between his nipples? When I get an itch, it tends to remain localised. But then again, I'm not high on all kinds of drugs 24/7.
Back to my original point: Whatever happened to Scatman John? Oh wait, simple Google search reveals that he is dead. Due to his great contributions to stutterers all over the world, I must pay tribute to him now.
Wherever you are (scat heaven?), Mr. John Paul Larkin, this goes out to you:
Skiddledy-dee-de-whoa-whoa-oh! Beeedley-dee-dep-bo-whoa-do-do!
Don't even front like you don't like Scatman John.
Yeah, don't eeeeven front. Because now Scatman John's a ghost and if you don't pay him the proper respect, he's going to scat in your ear all night long. Best ghost ever. Bu-bu-bu-beeeee-da-da-da-da-daa-wow.
One more for the road:
Hey, Louis Armstrong! What are you doing? Are you busy tonight? No? You sure? Then LET'S JAM!!