 I'll make it my business to. He works at the Gypsy Tea Room, and I'll find him if I have to look under every tea leaf. Jane! Oh, Jane! She's not here, Al. All the better, Chicken. Got a lot of work to do. What do you mean, Al? Chicken just figured out why this concerto of the professors is no good. Why it'll never sell. Why, Al? Because it ain't got no words. It's got to have lyrics.