Who doesn't think of romance when they think of Jackie Gleason. Most likely everyone doesn't, but Jackie's ego wanted us to believe a different story.
Music, Martinis and Memories
There she is. Sitting alone at the bar in evening dress. It's almost closing time. Many martinis consumed by both of you earlier in the evening. How sweet it is! Go on Tiger! To the Moon! You can do this......
After all - you've got your shirt unbuttoned. What woman could possibly resist!
Music for the Love Hours
And Awaaay we go. It's now time for the Love Hours. Just hope that nightie she had in her purse isn't flammable. It sure looks like it to me. Combine that with all the alcohol she must have had earlier to go home with Jackie and we may have a human torch on our hands.
After many cigarettes have been consumed and ground out in the heart shaped ash tray, Jackie drifts off to sleep or passes out from drink - one of the two.
Music to Remember Her
It's now the next morning. He's got a wicked hangover. He's forgotten her name. She's right there beside him He's gotta come up with something quick. Was it 'Mulva?' This record may help. First off, it offers some suggestions. This will come in handy when she wakes up. It also may come in handy when Jackie's explaining to the police how she caught fire the night before.
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