Tonight’s expletive is no
Ricky Martin at the Palm
Royale, but like Monsieur
Richard, he is all grown
up now, singing his own
grown up rendition of
Comin’ Home Baby such
that he can never be Little
Ricky again—not yours, not
Lucy’s, not Carol Burnett’s
Norma’s, but is he still
mine, only a huskier, still
sexy, ever more quixotic wop
bop a loo bop a lop ba ba?
