Tags for this video have been changed from 'hicks, limbaugh, scat muncher, bush, reagan' to 'hicks, limbaugh, scat muncher, bush, reagan, dark poet' - edited by volumptuous

Yey! Thank you so much for the promote. Hard times for jazz these days...

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
*promote *vintage *brief

The themes she's conveying using scat come through as clearly as they would have if she was singing words... what a skillful performer!

I'm the "scat" man!

Upvote for scatting in tongues!

Charles Manson was also and excellent dancer and vocal stylist. http://www.videosift.com/video/He-May-Have-Been-Evil-But-He-Was-An-Excellenct-Scat-Singer

Tags for this video have been changed from 'annoy, roommate, superbowl shuffle prayer, masturbate, muppet' to 'annoy, roommate, superbowl shuffle prayer, masturbate, muppet, scat' - edited by MrFisk

Congrats, you scat-loving, frog-humping rodent!

Why the fuck would someone make a song about scat?

I can see that side of the argument... but at the same time, have you seen the front page of youtube lately? I could sift a scat video and it would probably be better than what they are offering. So maybe, an added line at the top of the page? Something to the effect of, "for the best of VideoSift this week, (today, whatevr) click here"?

Took me a moment to get it but yeah - it appears to be a series of interviews with "real" (self-professed) scientologists with the scat guy edited in to accentuate the already ridiculous answers.

Pretty funny...

1941
- Harry Nilsson

Well in 1941 a happy father had a son
And by 1944 the father walked right out the door
And in '45 the mom and son were still alive
But who could tell in '46 if the two were to survive

Well the years were passing quickly
But not fast enough for him
So he close his eyes through '55
And he opened them up again
When he looked around he saw a clown
And the clown seemed very gay
And he set that night to join that circus clown and run away

{Scat solo}

Well he followed every railroad track
An every highway sign
And he had a girl in each new town
And the towns he left behind
And the open road
Was the only road he knew
But the color of his dreams
Slowly turning into blue

The he met a girl the kind of girl
He wanted all his life
She was soft and kind and good to him
So he took her for a wife
And they got a house not far from town
And in a little while
The girl had seen the doctor
And she came home with a smile

Now in 1961 a happy father had a son
And by 1964 the father walked right out the door
And in '65 the mom and son were still around
But what will happen to the boy
When the circus comes to town

*beg

LOL the scatting did it for me.

No, I haven't been around because I was too busy doing what MINK could only dream of doing: Getting laid. Sure, he likes to think that taking a weekend trip to Poland and getting a few links of kielbasa to bring back home and anally impale himself on whilst watching scat films with bovine actors counts, but no. No MINK, while that may pass for intercourse in Lith-who?-ania, I'm sure you will find that world over, it does not. Here's a tip: Try hollowing it out. Sure, a typical polish sausage is only about an inch and a half wide, but that gives you a meat wall of about 1 1/4".
Wait a second - Is that how you got food poisoning last time?
MINK, you're not supposed to eat the thing when you're done with it!

Oh, this is eastern Europe we're talking about. You probably have to eat all the scraps of food you can get. Even the used sex toy ones. Pity.
Oh, wait. It wasn't from eating it. It was from riding it. He admits it in an earlier comment: "And also i never sat on the toilet bleeding out of my arse for a week after eating a vegetable. That was definitely the meat."


Now since this is a roast, here I go:

Nobody likes you.

Maybe they're into scat. Too far?