As soon as I saw this I knew what it was: something I heard, courtesy of an 8th grade classmate, and new friend of mine , nearly 50 years ago. It was a party record owned by his father. I can still see the album cover: as I remember, a basic black and white low budget thing with a Victorian era man with a handlebar moustache pictured in a line drawing and the words in script “THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP” emblazoning the bottom of the cover.
This family was Jewish, and they had just fled Cuba in the wake of Castro’s imminent takeover. Businessman who was an executive with a child’s clothing manufacturer, headquartered in the Merchandise Mart. Anyway, I have a hunch this record made it with them from Havana.
It was a lot of fun for a 12 year old to listen to: naughty naughty stuff from the “adult world”. And yeah, I will never forget the last line......”Ohhhhhhh, he S*ITS!!!!”
This is about where pain sets in for me. Rolling on the floor laughing in the literal sense..