Boom! You want it, you got it America. I shoulda figgah’d you couldn’t get enough of me. Hell, I’m Tony Bennett. The Tony Bennett. I can’t even get enough of me. One look in the mirror and I’m stuck admirin’ for half an hour, minimum. So yeah, why not add a few more months to my tour schedule. That should give a chance for every one o’ you cute little dames to see me in concert. Hell, you skirts are all invited to my after show parties as well. Just don’t get all uppity with me when Mrs. Bennett’s around. Undastand? She don’t like that much, even though it’s completely understandable; I’m Tony Bennett.