Owl Jolson:
I love to singa / About the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a / I love to singa / About a sky of blue-a or a tea for two-a / Anything with a swinga to an I love you-a / I love to, I love to sing.

Father:
Enough is too much! Out of my house, you hotcha! You crooner! You falsetto! You jazz singer! You... you... you...

Father:
Phooey!

Mother:
I wonder if they found my little boy?