Bette Midler – Fried Eggs – Hello In There – 1976
Mister D: I always thought this dialogue that segued into the song was just genius. My mother was a High School English teacher at the time. I was somewhere in college. She was trying to get her students to love poetry, so she started using some of my records of mostly singer-songwriters to lure them in, She just absolutely loved the whole presentation of this, so she played Bette Midler’s “Hello In There” The students loved it, She then started incorporating songs by Carole King, Carly Simon, Joni Mitchell, Cat Stevens (she fangirled over him), and James Taylor. Of course, they were all very popular then. Well, it worked on the students, so she could finally incorporate the classic poets in her classes. And I started making A’s in speech starting with this piece. I didn’t intend to act it out, but I was crying at the end. I got a standing ovation from the teacher and the students. Of course, I became teacher’s pet, which meant my fellow Students hated me! Credit to my mom for suggesting I do it.
I was walking down 42nd street one day,
I wasn’t workin’42nd street I was
42nd street. And this amazing
89 degrees. It was hot, hot for New York
You know and I was walking east and
forehead you know on her forehead was
Because in New York City the ladies with
God what a sight and ever, ever since I saw that
lady
wake up tomorrow and want to put a fried egg on
my head. Oh God. “Then I say real fast I say ” Oh
God, If by chance I should wind up with a Hfried
egg on my head”
things you know, you can’t. I say to myself “don’t
let anybody notice.”And then I say real fast after
that “if they do notice that I’m carrying something
that, that’s not quite right and they want to talk
about it, let ’em talk about it but don’t let ’em
talk so I can hear I don’t want to hear it.” Cause
the truth about fried eggs, you can call it a
egg, you can call it anything you like, but everybody
gets one, some people wear ’em on the outside, some
people they wear ’em on the inside.
Hello In There
(Music & Lyrics By John Prine)
Performed by Bette Midler
We had an apartment in the city.
Me and my husband liked living there.
It’s been years since the kids have grown,
a life of their own, left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha.
Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war.
I still don’t know what for, don’t matter any more.
You know that old trees just grow stronger,
and old rivers grow wilder every day,
but old people, they just grow lonesome
waiting for someone to say,
“Hello in there. Hello”
Me and my husband, we don’t talk much anymore.
He sits and stares through the backdoor screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
like some forgotten dream
that we’ve both seen.
Someday I’ll go and call up Judy.
We worked together at the factory.
Ah, but what would I say when she asks what’s new?
Say, “Nothing, what’s with you?
Nothing much to do.”
You know that old trees just grow stronger,
and old rivers grow wilder every day,
ah, but old people, they just grow lonesome
waiting for someone to say,
“Hello in There. Hello.”
So if you’re walking down the street sometime
and you should spot some hollow ancient eyes,
don’t you pass them by and stare
as if you didn’t care.
Say, “Hello in there. Hello.”
This killed me when I first heard it, intro and all. It still does.
Dorothy Chandler Pavilion of The Music Center, Los Angeles, New Year’s Eve 1975. (The show where Bette showed her tits while in the arms of King Kong at midnight – I will never forget it, ya know!).
When I was a training coordinator at Bank of America I too used this audio for a team meeting of management and I also used an altered version of it in my college SPEECH class! What a coincidence! (I substituted the “FRIED EGG” with a “FRUIT BASKET” on her head to avoid plagiarism suspicion!)
No we were allowed to read a poem of lyric, but I specified I was using her introduction. I just didn’t know I’d cry and be so damn good lol I was teachers pet in that class
This prose followed by that song is utterly wonderful and 34 years later it still brings a lump to my throat
I know…it was pure classic Bette and it shows you what a true artist she is.
That great monologue was written by Jerry Blatt and the inimitable Bruce Vilanche.