VIC: I don't look good in buckskin. Tell you what I'll do though. How about a little tune to get you into a Texas state of mind. Fellas, Alamo. (singing)
Standing around by the Alamo. Walking around in San Antonio. Looking around for a new kind of love.
(Zing and the place subtly changes to something less swanky and classy. The band is hopeless and the audience boos him.)
VIC: Baby I'm lonesome tonight. History abounds by the famous fort.