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I've been looking for this recording for about a month now, since I saw another YouTuber's version of it and it reminded me what a hilarious and clever song it is, that I hadn't heard it in 20 years, and worst of all, there seemed to be no recordings of BnB doing this song anywhere online.

I dug deeper into the vinyl and magnetic storage media ghettos on the internet and found their cassette from 1984, "Buskin and Batteau" priced at $8. I couldn't pass that up, even tho I hadn't the faintest idea how to get it into MP3 format. But I did need a nice bath.

Well, where there's a will there's a way, and I puzzled it out.

I also learned how to use a slideshow app (learners permit doesn't guarantee against squeezed or stretched photos, I'm sorry bout those) so I could compose a nearly 99% random, half-travelogue, half fan tribute photo album.

Almost all the times a picture coincides with the song humorously in the moment it's accidental, but it's all in the very irreverent spirit of this amazing lyrical version of a Marx brothers movie.

(I did it twice purposely but I ain't sayin.)

Thanks for all the joy and laughter, Dave and Robin!

I'm going to include the lyrics here when I have a moment. Thanks for watching, I hope it brings back great memories for you, too!

EDIT 05/21/17: Yay! I remembered to type up the mind numbingly complex (no, I was just being lazy) lyrics!

Poor Gus, never saw the Eiffel Tower
Poor Gus, never saw the London Bridge
Poor Gus, cut down in his finest flower
Getting stiffer by the hour
Stuffed inside the hotel fridge

'Cause
Death in Venice
He just ran out of breath in Venice
And now they're gonna pole
An old gondola draped in black
He came to Venice wan and sickly
But who could tell that he'd pass in Itly
The natives thought it was grotesque, oh,
An al fresco cardiac

When Sal and Guido
Dragged him off across the Lido
He was dead meat, oh
No treat, oh
Nohow
He'd been a great musician
Who finally learned decomposition
No need to requisition
A physician
Not now

Deceased in Venice
Not even time to call a priest in Venice
That's some vacation, he just coughed
And shuffled off without a prayer
His escapade erratic
Raised eyebrows up and and down the Adriatic
And if he weren't null and void
He'd have destroyed his welcome there

His secret passion
Was un poco out of fashion
He had a lot of weird irrational
Trash on his mind
The boy was under twenty
Young and pretty, and al dente
A boy with plenty
To drive a Venetian blind

(Drive a Venetian blind?
Sure. He was too young to rent a car.)

So death in Venice
And now they're cleaning up the meth in Venith
They've even called in Al from Parma
The embalmer
And a pal

And if anyone can make him look
Decent for burial
It's Al
Al can make him look sensational
Al can make him look terriffic
Al can make him come out Grand
Can Al!

(Music by David Buskin; Words by David Buskin and Abra Bigham; copyright 1984, Poso Music)