TIME was 3:00 P.M., and I was feeling low.
I had been a naughty boy the night before.
That had to be the moment when
Walt encountered me in the hall and gave me a rush order:
"Ollie, I want a serious song, but it's got to be funny."
The further information that it
was to be for a picture telling Donald Duck's adventures in Nazi
land didn't help very much.
"What do you mean?" I
"Suppose the Germans are
singing it," Walt offered. "To them, it's serious. To us,
Walt walked away. I stood in the
hall. I continued to stand in the hall.
Once more I was on the spot.
Arriving home disgruntled, I
encountered no idea while eating dinner.
Then I laid down for a rest.
"To hell with it," I told myself.
The wee small voice told me what
it thought of me. It was a familiar routine.
"Get off your back and get
on your bike," said my wife. "You're going to the store
The fresh air brought out the
nobility in me. I turned receptive and laid myself wide open to any
ought to be a German band .
The music came to me in one
flash. It nearly knocked me off the bicycle. My mouth opened in
surprise. There followed a second surprise. Words
came out of that mouth. I heard
myself singing with the loudness which distinguishes my voice:
"Ven Der Fuehrer says, 'Ve
iss der Master Race,'
Ve Heil! Heil! Right in Der
My wife laughted. "Who wrote
it!" I yelled--and almost ran into a truck.
Half an hour later, it was
finished. I sang it to my two daughters (separately) --and when each
said she liked it, I thought I had something.
But would Walt like it?
Arriving at the studio next day,
I sang it all over the place.
The sound brought Walt out into
the hall (where he does most of his business).
"Let's hear it," he
I stalled. "Orchestration .
. . there's a funny sound in it . . . can't be made without an
instrument . . . has to be practiced . . ." The truth is, I
didn't know what Walt would think of the highly robust Bronx cheer.
Could such a sound be used in a Disney picture?
"Let's hear it," said
I let loose.
The rest is history.
from Disney's, op. cit.