and that night he dreamed of the monkey again , one of its cymbals striking the philco radio as it babbled out dean martin singing whenna da moon hitta you eye like a big pizza pie ats-a moray , the radio tumbling into the bathtub as the monkey grinned and beat its cymbals together with a jang and a jang and a jang : only it was n't the italian rag-man who was in the tub when the water turned electric .