HAMMY:
Now, Mr. Bones, Mr. Bones, it's good to see you,
and incidentally, Mr. Bones, how do you feel?
MR. BONES (TOMMY):
How does I feel? Well, man, I feels just like a fireplace here of late
HAMMY: You say you feels just like a fireplace?
MR. BONES (TOMMY): I said it, I feels "grate" *laughter* (CHORUS scats)
HAMMY:
We all expect some dancing when the minstrels come to town,
snow may I present to you,
Mr. Rufus Rastus Jefferson Davis Brown.