Success Will Not Make Me Happy

[WMF sings a medley, beats time on some large hollow object and expounds on his attitude to his fellow recording artists all at the same time]

There's lots of singers, and they're comin' from all this world
Doont doont doont doont, doon doont doon
Not a one, not a solitary one holds a candle stick to
Wild Man Fischer, Wild Man Fischer . .

[blows, makes kissing noise and whispers]

Tiptoe to the ends of the earth . .
[squeak, squeak]

I wanna hold your ha-aa-aaand, I wanna hold
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's such a gas
She's Little Egypt, sheeneree (?????????) she's
Merry go, merry go, merry go round, boop boop boop
Merry go, merry go
Working for the merry go bill, ah ree merry go I wanna hold
Your merry go Jumpin Jack hey mister
Heeellp me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda
Help me Rhon-da-aa—she she's my little calendar girl
Merry go, yes uh's stuck on you, uh yeah
Uh took a little trip . .

There's lots of singers, and they're comin' from all this world
Doont doont doont doont, doont doon doon
I say a ONE! not a solitary ONE! holds a candle stick to
Wild Man Fischer [huff huff huff]

Ge' your candle sticks out, and blow! [huffs some more] I said a candle stick, you singers, and start BLOWIN' those candles! 'Cause ya don't even touch me! Ya don't even TOUCH me! Ya couldn't touch me if you're blowin' anyway! [resumes singing] Wild Man Fischer, Wild Man Fischer, Wild Man Fischer, Wild Man Fischer—Jumpin' Jack Flash, ssshhwit!