♪♪♪ announcer: From beautiful Solana Beach, this is San Diego's musical showcase, "Live at the Belly Up."

In tonight's episode, a special Belly Up road show takes us to Music Box in Little Italy for Squirrel Nut Zippers.

♪ Oh, way on down in Jungle Town at the Animule Ball, ♪ ♪ lawdy mama, at the Animule Ball.

♪ Jimbo Mathus: That formula still works where you just come together, you know, just have a natural ball, you know?

It's got a real Southern thing to it where you just really, you know, let the good times roll.

announcer: And now please welcome to the stage Squirrel Nut Zippers.

Jimbo: Give it to me now.

Ah, ha-ha, ha-ha.

Yeah, man, I wanna Bigfoot and a bottle of beer.

Cella Blue: Hello, my people.

♪ So long, bad times.

♪ ♪ Go long, sad times.

♪ ♪ We are rid of you at last.

♪ ♪ Howdy, gay times.

♪ ♪ Cloudy gray times, you are now a thing of the past.

♪ ♪ Happy days are here again.

♪ ♪ The skies above are clear again.

♪ ♪ Let's sing a song of cheer again.

♪ ♪ Happy days are here again.

♪ Dr. Sick: Sing.

♪ All together, shout it now.

♪ ♪ There's no one who can doubt it now.

♪ ♪ Let's tell all these mothers about it now.

♪ ♪ Happy days are here again.

♪ ♪ Whoa, your cares and troubles are gone.

♪ ♪ There'll be no more from now on.

♪ Jimbo: We sing.

♪ Happy days are here again.

♪ ♪ The skies above are clear again, ♪ ♪ so let's raise a glass of cheer again.

♪ ♪ Happy days are here again.

♪ Jimbo: Oh, yeah, man.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Yeah, man.

♪♪♪ ♪ Ohhh, happy days are here again.

♪ ♪ The skies above are clear again.

♪ ♪ Let's sing a song of cheer again.

♪ ♪ Happy days are here again.

♪ speaker: One, two, three.

♪♪♪ Jimbo: Well, all right, kiddos, hello.

Let the games begin.

I want everybody to have fun tonight, everybody.

♪♪♪ Dr. Sick: So back to March of 2020, we're gonna pick up where we left off.

It's the inevitable Squirrel Nut Zippers.

♪ Say, Broadway really ain't quite the same ♪ ♪ since you and I found Lover's Lane.

♪ ♪ Standin' on the corner, Fourth and Main, I'd be dreamin' ♪ ♪ of you, way downtown in Lover's Lane.

♪ ♪ The sun is down.

The moon is bright.

♪ ♪ Lover's about to stroll all night ♪ ♪ way downtown in Lover's Lane.

♪ Jimbo: Oh, help me somebody.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

Let's go.

♪♪♪ ♪ Getting high on bourbon and champagne.

♪ ♪ Can't compare for what we share down on Lover's Lane.

♪ ♪ Standin' on the corner, Fourth and Main, still, ♪ ♪ it cannot match the thrill of Lover's Lane.

♪ ♪ The sun is down.

The moon is bright.

♪ ♪ Lover's gonna stroll all night way downtown in Lover's Lane.

♪ Jimbo: Oh, you dirty mother, come on, woo, uh-huh.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Sing along.

♪ Broadway really ain't quite the same ♪ ♪ since you and I found Lover's Lane.

♪ Dr. Sick: Standin' on the corner.

♪ Standin' on the corner, Fourth and Main, ♪ ♪ dreamin' of you, waitin' outside in Lover's Lane.

♪ Dr. Sick: Tell 'em all about it.

♪ When all the world is fast asleep, then she's jumpin' off ♪ ♪ Lover's Leap with some other fella down in Lover's Lane.

♪ ♪ She's with some other fella down in Lover's Lane.

♪ ♪ She's with some other fella.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Yeah, I just grew up initially in the Deep South, you know, with just blues, gospel, and bluegrass and country music and Delta blues, and then, as I got older, in my 20s, I started getting interested in researchin' music where all the roots of everything came from and being very curious about the whole American music puzzle.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ If it's good enough for Granddad, ♪ ♪ it's good enough for me.

♪ ♪ The way it was, that's the way that it's got to be.

♪ ♪ He told me all about the good times that he had.

♪ ♪ If they was good enough for Granddad, ♪ ♪ they're good enough for me.

♪ ♪ Said he's been to all kind of places, ♪ ♪ seen every ole foreign land.

♪ ♪ Ain't no man alive shuck and jive better than Granddad can.

♪ ♪ He told me all about the good times that he had.

♪ ♪ If they was good enough for Granddad, ♪ ♪ they're good enough for me.

♪ Jimbo: How 'bout you, San Diego?

You feelin' good, say, "Yeah."

Yeah, baby.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ If it's good enough for Granddad, ♪ ♪ it's good enough for me.

♪ ♪ The way it was, that's the way that it's got to be.

♪ ♪ He told me all about the good times that he had.

♪ ♪ If it's good enough for Granddad, ♪ ♪ then good enough for me.

♪ ♪ He's been to all kind of places, ♪ ♪ seen every ole foreign land.

♪ ♪ Ain't no man alive shuck and jive, lordy, ♪ ♪ better than Granddad can.

♪ ♪ He told me all about the good times that he had.

♪ ♪ Even when the times were sad, ♪ ♪ it was good enough for Granddad.

♪ Jimbo: Uh-huh.

♪♪♪ ♪ Told me all about the good times that he had.

♪ ♪ If they were good enough for Granddad, ♪ ♪ oh, they're good enough for me.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Growing up in the rural South, you know, I didn't have a lot of access to, like, a lot of the modern culture, you know, that was happening at the time, so I was kind of in, like, a little "trapped in amber," you know, deal, but, you know, you find ways to, like, find punk rock, you know, in the '80s, you know.

I'm comin' up in high school, you know, and so, I think, like, I saw "Rock 'n' Roll High School," you know, by The Ramones, and, like, we got HBO or somethin', finally, in the '80s, you know, and saw that, you know?

And it's like, "I'm all in for punk rock, man, you know, for sure."

So, I mean, it just all is American music to me.

The Ramones and Bill Monroe are about the same thing to me, you know, hah-hah-ha.

Jimbo: Oh, yeah, you're right.

Who's out here and walkin' around here?

Is that my rougarou?

Is that wooly bully?

Ohhh, that's ole Wash Jones.

That's ole Wash Jones.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I was talkin' to an oak tree when the cypress butted in.

♪ ♪ Car parts, a raven made a nest inside my skin.

♪ ♪ To understand me better, you all ought to follow me home.

♪ ♪ Make a wish.

I clean the fish, Lord.

♪ ♪ That's why they call me Wash Jones.

♪ ♪ That's why they call me Wash Jones.

♪ ♪ Can scream like the cicada ♪ ♪ and gin the seed right out the bowl.

♪ ♪ Ride the train to Memphis when there's cotton to be sold.

♪ ♪ To understand me better, you all ought to follow me home.

♪ ♪ Make a wish.

I clean the fish, Lord.

♪ ♪ That's why they call me Wash Jones.

♪ ♪ I feel like drivin', but my car won't run.

♪ ♪ Whoa, oh, ohhh.

♪ ♪ And I feel like plowin', but my mules won't come.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Ahhh-ooh.

♪ Jimbo: Come here, mule.

♪ Ahhh-ooh, ahhh-ooh.

♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-oooh, ah-ooh, ♪ ♪ ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh.

♪ ♪ I was lost down in the bottom.

♪ ♪ I was cuttin' through the cane.

♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ohhh, aaaah.

♪ ♪ I tied my team up with a rusty trace chain.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ To understand me better, you all ought to follow me home.

♪ Jimbo: Let's go back home, boy.

♪ Make a wish.

I clean the fish.

♪ ♪ That's why they call me Wash Jones.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ That's why they call me Wash Jones.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ That's why they call me Wash Jones.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ That's why they call me Wash Jones.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: I started getting into music when I was around four or five years old with my family, you know, in Mississippi.

That's my home.

That's where I was raised in a musical family, and I was always very curious about that, so I learned the mandolin, the banjo, the piano, drums, bass, guitar, singing, arranging, and just how to use a band for social purposes as well as musical purposes, you know?

♪♪♪ ♪ You left me sad and lonely.

♪ ♪ Why did you leave me lonely?

♪ ♪ I have a heart that's only ♪ ♪ for nobody but you.

♪ ♪ I'm burnin' like a flame, dear.

♪ speaker: Ow, hit me with the blues, girl.

♪ Nothin' can be the same, dear.

♪ ♪ I always put the blame, dear, ♪ ♪ on nobody but you.

♪ ♪ Yes, you, you're drivin' me crazy.

♪ ♪ What did I do?

What did I do?

♪ ♪ These tears for you make everything hazy.

♪ ♪ Clouds the skies of blue.

♪ ♪ Well, I do have friends that are near me to cheer me, ♪ ♪ believe me, if they knew that you were the kind ♪ ♪ who would hurt me, desert me when I needed you.

♪ ♪ Yes, you, you're drivin' me crazy.

♪ ♪ What did I do to you?

♪ Yes, you, you, you, you, you, you're drivin' me crazy.

♪ What did I do?

♪ Jimbo: What did she do?

♪ What did I do?

♪ Jimbo: What did she do?

♪ These tears for you, you, you, make everything hazy.

♪ ♪ Clouds the skies of blue.

♪ ♪ I do have friends that are near me to cheer me, ♪ ♪ believe me, if they knew that you were the kind ♪ ♪ who would hurt me, desert me when I needed you.

♪ ♪ Yes, you, you're drivin' me crazy.

♪ ♪ What did I do to you?

♪ Jimbo: Come on, band.

♪♪♪ Cella: Shake it now.

♪♪♪ Jimbo: Come on, y'all, get happy.

♪♪♪ ♪ Do have friends that cheer me, hear me, ♪ ♪ believe me, if they knew that you were the kind ♪ ♪ who would hurt me, desert me when I needed you.

♪ ♪ Yes, you, you're driving me crazy.

♪ ♪ What did I do to you?

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Another one we'll be playin' tonight is one I wrote, mm, on about '94, 1994, I'd say, and it's called "La Grippe," and so it's about a flu bug that's getting passed around and spreading like fire through the town, so it's been pretty prescient from in what the lyrics say as well, so that's been a crowd-pleaser, hah-hah-ha-ha-ha.

♪♪♪ Jimbo: Dr. Sick will present the strange and interesting tale of "La Grippe."

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haah.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ There's a flu bug getting passed around.

♪ ♪ It's spreading like fire through this town.

♪ ♪ There's a virus holing up inside us.

♪ ♪ Each one that I know is coming down.

♪ ♪ There's an Asian influenza infecting us all ♪ ♪ by the scores, and it's turning into pneumonia.

♪ ♪ We must go out once more.

♪ Dr. Sick: Once more.

♪ There's a full moon howling at the night, ♪ ♪ and his bark is much worse than his bite, ♪ ♪ so we must go out and dance around.

♪ ♪ Yes, we must go out tonight.

♪ ♪ So the doctors came on the evening train ♪ ♪ with flasks und caskets und vials.

♪ ♪ Mass psychosis was diagnosis.

♪ ♪ We all cashed our checks and went wild.

♪ ♪ There's a full moon howling at the night, ♪ ♪ and its bark is much worse than its bite, ♪ ♪ so we must go out and dance around.

♪ ♪ Yes, we must go tonight.

♪ Dr. Sick: La Grippe.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: La Grippe, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haah.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: La Grippe, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haah.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Full moon howling at the night.

♪ Dr. Sick: Help me, somebody.

♪ And its bark is much worse than its bite, ♪ ♪ so we must go out and dance around.

♪ ♪ Yes, we must go out tonight.

♪ ♪ There's a full moon howling at the night.

♪ ♪ Its bark is much worse than its bite, so we must go out.

♪ ♪ Yes, we must go out, yes, ♪ ♪ we must go out ♪ ♪ we must go out ♪ ♪ tonight.

♪ ♪♪♪ Dr. Sick: La Grippe.

♪♪♪ [Dr. Sick screams] Jimbo: There's a subversive context to the Squirrel Nut Zippers, but we try to keep it light on the surface but, I mean, social music in the context of just playing for the people.

It's enjoyment.

So it's not a serious concert.

It's not a sit-down thing, you know, when you're playin' "John Henry" and "Old Rattler," and, you know, the fiddle tunes and stuff.

Even the gospel music down South is a participatory sport, you know?

Jimbo: Let's feature this horn section, shall we?

Put your hands together if you're feelin' good out there.

Ahhh, come on.

Shake what Mama gave ya.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Shake it out some.

♪ In a line at the cafe, I overheard ♪ ♪ a waitress say, "These cats are broke.

♪ ♪ I knows 'em.

♪ ♪ Throw 'em out the doors and close 'em."

♪ Dr. Sick: Get 'em out of here.

♪ Spirits saggin', funds were low.

♪ ♪ This occupation's got to go.

♪ ♪ Up pulls the limo.

Up goes the thrill.

♪ Jimbo: What?

♪ The suits are pickin' up the bill.

♪ ♪ It's all right for them to tag along.

♪ ♪ It's just one bill they're tagging on.

♪ ♪ I'll find some way to get along.

♪ ♪ The business suits to the rescue.

♪ ♪ So nice doin' business with you.

♪ ♪ You will really hate the clown when you realize that ♪ ♪ he shelled out for this bill.

♪ ♪ The suits are pickin' up bill.

♪ Jimbo: Come on.

♪♪♪ Jimbo: Oh, it's a talkative town.

It's a talking town.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I cannot see from where I'm standing.

♪ ♪ My friends have passed out on the landin'.

♪ ♪ I guess one too many left us high and dry.

♪ ♪ Lord, I've been feelin' down ♪ ♪ till the suits get back in town.

♪ ♪ Ohhh, hey.

♪ Jimbo: Let's get a case of champagne, man.

A Bigfoot and a bottle of beer.

Dr. Sick: Get low!

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Come on, you dirty crooks.

Let's go.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Welcome Cella Blue back to the bandstand.

It ain't you, baby.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I've been searchin' all over for someone I can tell my ♪ ♪ troubles to, searching all the wide world over.

♪ ♪ Is it you?

Is it you?

♪ ♪ Are you the kind of man that marries ♪ ♪ then gets his mind on somethin' new?

♪ ♪ You've got to let me know I'm all alone.

♪ ♪ Is it you?

Is it you?

♪ ♪ Is it you, baby?

Is it you?

♪ ♪ I confide in you.

♪ ♪ You seem to understand my point of view.

♪ ♪ Well, I moan and sigh, and you can't understand why.

♪ ♪ Can't understand why, ohhh.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Cella: Hey.

♪♪♪ Cella: Oh, take it all in.

Take it all in.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I confide in you.

♪ ♪ You understand my point of view.

♪ ♪ Well, I moan, and I sigh, and you can't understand why.

♪ ♪ Can't understand why.

♪ ♪ I'm all over someone I can tell my troubles to, ♪ ♪ searching all the wide world over.

♪ ♪ Is it you?

Is it you?

♪ ♪ Is it you, baby?

Is it-- ♪ ♪♪♪ Cella: Hey.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Begin to visit New Orleans and seein' the street bands, the brass bands, and the funk bands, the traditional bands with jazz, you know, and that tied into with what I grew up with the fiddles and the stringed instruments.

Down there, it was more of the brass instruments, you know?

So Mississippi and Louisiana, we're butted up, you know?

And so I started, kind of, really tryin' to piece it all together.

Cella: I'd like to see now my ballin' ladies.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Up and down Bourbon and Sturbin, lived a naked looker.

♪ ♪ She's a cooker.

♪ ♪ Got up one day, she hopped the tram.

♪ ♪ Left it loose.

♪ ♪ She wanna do the Watusi.

She's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Stretch, I'd call it a night.

♪ ♪ Walked down too, she got the juice.

♪ ♪ Crucified hide a quarter.

♪ ♪ Sweet to brain, hijacked a train.

♪ ♪ Earth lined up, she wanna have fun.

♪ ♪ She's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Stretch, I'd call it a night.

♪ ♪ She's ballin'.

She's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Yeah, she's ballin'.

She's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Yeah, she's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Stretch, I'd call it a night, hey, yeah.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, she's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Oh, god, she's ballin'.

Yeah, she's ballin'.

♪ Cella: Let me hear ya.

♪ Yeah, she's ballin'.

♪ ♪ She's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Stretch, I'd call it a night.

♪ ♪ She's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Oh, god, she's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Yeah, she's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Chick is ballin'.

Well, she's ballin'.

♪ ♪ Stretch, I'd call it a night.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Meow, meow.

Hello, I'm waiting at these woods.

♪♪♪ ♪ Way down in Jungle Town, I mean, for many miles around, ♪ ♪ they used to give a ball every night at the Animule Hall.

♪ ♪ That ole lion came through the door.

♪ ♪ You could tell that he was sore.

♪ ♪ Well, he kicked down the door.

♪ ♪ He tore off the floor, knocked out the doggone ball.

♪ ♪ Come on, yeah, the monkey got drunk ♪ ♪ and hollered, "Run outside."

♪ ♪ The wildcat put on the bowl with shame.

♪ ♪ The panthers all begin to move.

♪ ♪ The elephants, they did the hoochie makoochie.

♪ ♪ Well, the buzzard did the regal rock.

♪ ♪ They all began to dance, oh, way on down in Jungle Town ♪ ♪ at the Animule Ball, lawdy mama, at the Animule Ball.

♪ Jimbo: Oh, I think I saw my rougarou.

♪♪♪ Dr. Sick: How 'bout them horns, y'all?

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, the monkey got drunk and hollered, "Run outside."

♪ ♪ The wildcat put on the bowl with shame.

♪ ♪ The panthers all begin to move.

♪ ♪ The elephants, they did the hoochie makoochie.

♪ ♪ Well, the buzzard did the regal rock.

♪ ♪ All began to dance, way on down ♪ ♪ in Jungle Town at the Animule ♪ ♪ Ball, lawdy mama, at the Animule Ball.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You're just too good to be true.

♪ ♪ I can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ ♪ You'd be like heaven to touch.

♪ ♪ I long to hold you so much.

♪ ♪ At long last, love has arrived, ♪ ♪ and I thank God I'm alive.

♪ ♪ You're just too good to be true.

♪ ♪ Can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ ♪ Pardon the way that I stare.

♪ ♪ To you, there's none that compare.

♪ ♪ The sight of you leaves me weak.

♪ ♪ There are no words left to speak.

♪ ♪ But if you feel like I feel, ♪ ♪ please let me know that it's real.

♪ ♪ You're just too good to be true.

♪ ♪ Can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ ♪ I need you, baby, and if it's quite all right, ♪ ♪ I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night.

♪ ♪ Oh, pretty baby, believe me when I say, oh, ♪ ♪ pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.

♪ ♪ Oh, pretty baby, don't let me down, I pray.

♪ ♪ Just let me love you, baby, let me love you.

♪ ♪ You're just too good to be true.

♪ ♪ I can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ ♪ You'd be like heaven to touch.

♪ ♪ I long to hold you so much.

♪ ♪ At long last, love has arrived, ♪ ♪ and I thank God I'm alive.

♪ ♪ You're just too good to be true.

♪ ♪ Can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ Dr. Sick: Sing it.

♪ Dah-da, dah-da, dah-da, dat-dat-da, dah-da, dah-da, ♪ ♪ dah-da, dat-dat-da, dah-da, dah-da, dah-da, dat-dat-da.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Dah-da, dah-da, dah-da, dat-dat-da, dah-da, dah-da, ♪ ♪ dah-da, dat-dat-da.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You're just too good to be true.

♪ ♪ Can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ ♪ You'd be like heaven to touch.

♪ ♪ I long to hold you so much.

♪ ♪ At long last, love has arrived.

♪ ♪ I thank God I'm alive.

♪ ♪ You're just too good to be true.

♪ ♪ Can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ ♪ Can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ ♪ Can't take my eyes off of you.

♪ ♪ Cha-cha-cha.

♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ In the afterlife, you may be headed for serious strife.

♪ ♪ Now you make the scene all day, sing it, ♪ ♪ oh, tomorrow there'll be hell to pay.

♪ ♪ In the afterlife, you could be headed for the serious strife.

♪ ♪ Now you make the scene all day, ♪ ♪ but tomorrow there'll be hell to pay.

♪ ♪ People listen attentively, I mean, about future calamity.

♪ ♪ I used to think the idea was obsolete ♪ ♪ till I heard the old man stomping his feet.

♪ Dr. Sick: Take a walk.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ This is the place where, eternally, ♪ ♪ fire is applied to your body.

♪ ♪ Teeth are extruded, and your bones are ground ♪ ♪ and baked into cakes that get passed around.

♪ ♪ In the afterlife, ♪ ♪ you could be headed for the serious strife.

♪ ♪ Now you make the scene all day, ♪ ♪ but tomorrow there'll be hell to pay.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Ah, yah-yah, music, talent, fame, ♪ ♪ money, refinements, skill, the brain, ♪ ♪ all of the things that you're trying to hide ♪ ♪ will be revealed on the other side.

♪ ♪ In the afterlife, you could be headed for the serious strife.

♪ ♪ Now you make the scene all day-- ♪ Dr. Sick: Crank the furnace.

♪ --but tomorrow there'll be hell to pay.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Ah, ya got the "D" and the "A" and the "M" and the "N" ♪ ♪ and the "A" and the "T" and the "I-O-N." ♪ ♪ Lose your face, lose your name, ♪ ♪ and then get fitted for a suit of flames.

♪ ♪ "D" and the "A" and the "M" and the "N" ♪ ♪ and the "A" and the "T" and the "I-O-N." ♪ ♪ Lose your face, lose your name, ♪ ♪ then get fitted for a suit of flames.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: We did everything, you know, in the early days and, just, kind of, started to attract in, like, some people that were like-minded and were intrigued by the same thing I was intrigued, and so, you know, we just all kind of learned together how to do this early American music, you know, and put our own spin on it.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Ladies first.

♪ Anywhere old Prince Nez goes, that's where I go too.

♪ ♪ He clears up stormy skies whenever he's by my side.

♪ ♪ Everything's clearer, everything's nearer, ♪ ♪ everything's so divine.

♪ ♪ I don't care what Momma sez.

♪ ♪ Prince Nez, I'm gonna make him mine.

♪ ♪ Oh, anywhere old Prince Nez goes, ♪ ♪ that's where Cella goes too.

♪ Cella: That's right.

♪ He's always so debonair-- ♪ Cella: Oh, yes.

♪ --flirting with such a flair.

♪ Cella: Oh, you dog.

♪ Everything is hazy, everything is crazy, ♪ ♪ everything is up in the air.

♪ ♪ Cella sez she loves Prince Nez, but I really don't care.

♪ Jimbo: I kind of like him too.

What's wrong with it?

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Oh, play that funky trombone.

♪♪♪ ♪ Anywhere old Prince Nez goes, that's where we go too.

♪ ♪ He clears up a stormy sky whenever he's by my side.

♪ ♪ Everything's clearer, everything is nearer, ♪ ♪ everything's so divine.

♪ ♪ I don't care what Momma sez.

♪ ♪ Prince Nez, I'm gonna make you mine.

♪ Jimbo: Yeah, man.

Give me a Bigfoot, a pint of a beer.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jimbo: Thank you, friends.

Thank you, loved ones.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, isn't it?

We've had ourselves a natural ball tonight, though, with you, San Diego.

From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you so much.

From the Squirrel Nut Zippers, we love you, and we look forward to tomorrow with you.

We're gonna leave you with one song for you and your loved ones tonight, goin' back to that old album, "The Inevitable."

Hank West is gonna perform for you "Plenty More."

Hank West.

Hank West: Hello, out there, in Wonderland.

♪ They may walk hand in hand like lovers ♪ ♪ in the market square, selecting leather goods, ♪ ♪ pretending that they just don't care-ooh.

♪ ♪ They say all the boys are monsters, ♪ ♪ and all the girls are a whore.

♪ ♪ So when you lose the one you love, ♪ ♪ there's always plenty more.

♪ Cella: Truth.

♪♪♪ Hank: Oh, hey.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ They may be in a club, all dressed up waiting to meet you ♪ ♪ or in some garret bleak, despairing over what to do.

♪ ♪ They say all the girls are monsters, ♪ ♪ and all the boys are whores-- ♪ Dr. Sick: Sex workers.

♪ So when you lose the one you love, ♪ ♪ there's always plenty more.

♪ Hank: Everybody, sing along like a real concert.

♪ So when you lose the one you love, ♪ ♪ there's always plenty more.

♪ ♪ So when you lose the one you love, ♪ ♪ there's always plenty more.

♪ ♪ So when you lose the ones you love, ♪ ♪ there's always plenty more.

♪ ♪ Plenty more.

♪ ♪ If you seek, then you shall find.

♪ ♪ Plenty, plenty.

♪ ♪ Again, when you lose the one you love, ♪ ♪ there's plenty more.

♪ ♪ there's plenty more.

♪ ♪ Shoo-bi-dee-doo-bee-wah.

♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ announcer: Support for this program comes from the KPBS Explore Local Content Fund, supporting new ideas and programs for San Diego.