The brilliant Jo Stafford and husband Paul Weston continue their song-wrecking expertise as they totally destroy this American classic.
This was one of my favorite albums when I was growing up - I remember laughing ourselves sick listening to it. It was also the inspiration for my mom's piece in the annual church mother-daughter banquet where, dressed in a thrift store evening gown and my father's orange high-top basketball sneakers, she sang a rendition of Smoke Gets in Your Eyes that would curl your hair.
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