Three-dozen sozzled office types, teachers and the like are cradling their drinks in one hand and punching the air with the other, bawling, "Everybody must get STONED!"

They're here watching a song and dance man who's wearing vintage Ray-Bans and a shock of a curly black wig that makes him look like pistol-whipping pop producer Phil Spector on the morning of the night before.

His name is Tokyo Bob, and he sure as hell is funky.