One more of the many things that make me love Krusty more and more is his beautiful singing voice.
If you have never heard this voice, let's just say he's not going to win American Idol anytime soon, but the great thing is that he doesn't care. The fact that every time he sings a tune it sounds like a hundred cats being swung against a wall does not make him shy for one second, and very often he wakes me up in the morning with an improvised ditty – he is also a master songwriter, and likes to repurpose the classics to fit his whim. Take this example from this morning, sung bright and early and at high volume (don't let the lyrics mislead you, the tune was not necessarily recognisable):
"ray a deer a female deahhhhr, doe a drop of golden shuunnn, fah a name I call my self, fah a long long way to run, fahhhhh a needle pulling thread, fahh a drink with jam and breaddd.... which brings us back to meeeee"
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- The rat and the monkey
- I, La Gitane, am a monkey. A metal monkey, to be precise. And Krusty, well, he is a rat. No, not the evil type of rat with red eyes and bushy, diseased fur. Nor is he the type of rat that has several monkeys at once. At least I hope he isn't. No, he is a water rat. And together, we plan to take over Hong Kong, one delicious roast goose at a time...
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