Whether you measure it instrumentally, vocally, sartorially or tonsorially, anyone who thinks the Three Tenors swing bigger cod than Johnny Cash, Eric Clapton and Carl Perkins serving up this tasty slice of transnational musical cross-pollination, can bite my shiny metal ass.

And while I can't be 100% sure, at the 2:43 mark Eric Clapton appears to lean over and ask Carl Perkins, "Tell you wha, Mistuh Pehkins, you slip me B.B. King's private numbah and I can have Diana Rigg here askin' to be 'your little dog 'til your big dog comes' in thirty minutes."