Spoken: Camilla, I have written a song for you. Sinatra or Mick Jagger will probably want to record it, but I want you to hear it from me first. You alone, you are my one and only chicken, steady. And if you leave I will alone and lonely sicken, ready. You and I, we're a team and that's a fact. You and I, what a terrific idea for an act. Spoken: Oh, listen to the rhymes in the chorus. It's very cole-porter-y. Camilla, you're sweeter than wine or vanilla, Camilla. Come lie beneath this tree, it's a willa, Camilla. Camilla, the night it grows stilla and stilla, Camilla. You're prettier by far than Godzilla, Camilla.