Saturday Night Live Transcripts
Season 1: Episode 7
Don Pardo: Ladies and gentlemen, Shelley Pryor![ZOOM in on Shelley. She is at center stage with long, straw-colored hair, an olive green leisure suit, dark slacks, and very long fingernails.]
Shelley Pryor: You know, this being the season to be jolly and everything, Ive written a little story to help you get your jollies… [grins] …and its about my most favorite place in the world, the carousel in Central Park.[Calliope music starts playing]You see, once upon a time,
There was the most beautiful white carousel,
With two horses in love.
Now heres their story I tell.
Now, the boys name was Ching,
And the girls name was Jing,
And their was abounding,
A most wonderful thing.
Until one day… [play dum-de-dum-dum from Dragnet]
Well, you see, Ching was a carousel horse.
Now, he was white out of one dozen.
But he couldnt go up and down, [makes up-and-down motion]Like his uncles or his cousins.
Well, this made Ching
Very, very sad,
Because going up and down
Made children glad.
And every Sunday they would run to the park,
And ride on the carousel
Until way after dark.
But they wouldnt ride Ching.
Now that, of course, was a very sad thing.[piano music gets louder]Well, you see, Ching used to be able to
Go up and down,
Until one day this fat lady
Rolled into town,
And when she heard the music,
And she could tell that the music
Came from the carousel,
And carousels were her favorite thing.
So she ran to the park
Where she saw little Ching,
And she jumped on Ching–
And broke his spring.
And that was the end of his up-and-down thing.
[makes up-and-down motion] [sad piano music]Well, then, then, the grown-up people came,
And they took Ching off the carousel
To this tunnel underground,
And they stripped his white paint,
And they colored him brown.
And they tied a little cowboys scarf around his neck,
And they nailed a little metal box to his side,
And he carried the sign that said,
Ten cents a ride.
And they put him in front of a supermarket
On the other side of town,
And now he just rocks back and forth. [makes up-and-down motion]He couldnt go up and down. [grins]
But you know what?
Jing-a-ling, she still loved him very, very much,
Even though her friends would all fiddle.
You CANT love a horse like him.
I mean, he doesnt have a spring.
Now, think about your kids:
Theyll be stuck in the middle.
Well, come on, I mean, stuck in the middle
Because he doesnt have a spring?
Now why should true friends
Be worried about such a thing? [grins]
Or, was it that he lived
On the other side of town,
And that she was white,
And he was brown?
Well, you know, its really very funny
That even to this day,
Some carousel horses,
And ponies that rock,
And you know, some people too
Are still in shock?
I mean, it really is a shame,
That no one ever understood,
That underneath their paint,
They were all made of wood.
But I, uh, I guess thats a horse of another color, huh?
Submitted by: Joe Cornfield