The following Ad is compliments of my wife Nancy, a true Chef fan. I furnished the encheferizer only -- Curt 3/18/93.

The Chef Sings Elvis
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K-SEL PRESENTS

The scene: A darkened stage. Suddenly, the haunting strains of the theme to 2001: A Space Odyssey breaks the silence. Slowly, the lights begin to come up, illuminating a group of musicians and backup singers. Everything is bathed in a haze of blue lighting, except for a column of blackness in the dead center of the stage. The tension from the audience feels as solid as a wall. As the music moves towards its climax, a beam of white light stabs through the darkness at the of center stage and illuminates a solitary figure in a white, rhinestone-studded jumpsuit and white chef's hat with his back to the crowd. As the final strains of the the music dies, the audience goes wild. There is no movement from the figure. Suddenly, his left hand begins to count beats of a song. Loud music from his band fills the auditorium, and, as he wheels about to face his fans, this song is heard:

Yuoo eeen't nutheen' boot a huoond dug,
Cryeen' ell zee teeme-a.
Bork Bork Bork!
Yuoo eeen't nutheen' boot a huoond dug,
Cryeen' ell zee teeme-a.
Bork Bork Bork!
Yuoo eeen't nefer cooght a rebbeet,
Und yuoo eeen't nu freeend ooff meene-a.

In honor of the issuing of the Elvis Presley stamp, K-Sel proudly presents:

        THE SWEDISH CHEF SINGS THE HITS OF ELVIS!

Who else but K-Sel could (or would, for that matter) bring you an album of some of the greatest music in the modren world, sung by the greatest song (not to mention food) stylist of our time?! You'll hear such classics as:

Eferybudy in zee vhule-a cell bluck
Ves dunceen' tu zee Jeeel Huoose-a Ruck.
Bork Bork Bork!

Feefa, Les Feges!