"Montana" & "Dupree's Paradise" Roxy—Hollywood, CA 1973

Hello!

Alright, we're still fixing things here and, you know, when it's ready to go, it's ready to go. In case you didn't notice, ladies and gents, we're making a movie here tonight and it's possible that, uh, later on in the program that we have something like audience participation—you'll be ilumminated and . . . hey!

You know it's really nice to work in a night club, you know? It's been so long since I've actually seen anybody in the audience—you know, when you play a concert there's about twenty yards and it's all black, you know? You guys look pretty good.

I'll introduce the members of the group now. This is Bruce Fowler on trombone.

Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax and— And vocals.

Ruth Underwood on percussion.

Ralph Humphrey on drums.

Chester Thompson on drums.

Tom Fowler on bass.

George Duke on keyboards.

And I'm Zack Glickman!

We're gonna open up with a song about dental floss. The name of this song is "Montana." It tells the poignant tale of one man's quest for a horse about this big, a bush of flosh, the wide open prairie, and the sincere hope that the background vocals would be in tune.

Hey! Alright.

Good God, ain't if funky now? Feet on fire. Are you ready? Ha ha . . .

I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss

Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptown

By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else . . . (how 'bout you there?)
But then, on the other hand I would

Keep the wax
'N melt it down
Pluck the Floss
'N swish it aroun'

I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)

Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am)
I'm movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune (look out!)

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon . . .

Oh, I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(His name is MIGHTY LITTLE)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way

I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks

I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big,
An' ride him all along the border line

With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand

But by myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
'Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss

Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
(A little tweezer glint)

And then I'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
'N give my foot a push . . .
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over by the Dennil Floss Bush

'N then I might just
Jump back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana

Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
I'm movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
I'm movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
I'm movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty . . . Hey hey hey)
Movin' to Montana soon
(WOW!)

Work it, Bruce, work it.

Thank you!

Thank you very much!