Anchors Aweigh Page #6

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What makes anything?

What makes the sun set?

What makes the moon rise?

What makes the tide

Remember to hide

And why does it soon rise?

What makes a star fall?

Where does it fall to?

Why does its flight

Make us stop in the night

And wish as we all do?

And what holds a cloud together?

What makes the sky so blue?

What makes the sun set?

What makes the moon rise?

Is it my love

For you?

And what holds a cloud together?

And what makes the sky so blue?

What makes the sun set?

What makes the moon rise?

Is it my love

For you?

Gee, you sing just like a bird.

- Brooklyn!

- Yeah, how do you know?

- Flatbush.

- Go on. Greenpoint.

- How do you like that?

- How do you like that?

Imagine meeting a dame

all the way from Brooklyn.

Ain't it a small world?

Like my old lady used to say.

Hey, mister, you better sit down, huh?

The manager.

- Gee, are you all alone?

- No, I'm here with a girl. She's dancing.

Oh, he's my best friend.

Okay, maybe you know what you're doing.

She's a swell one, all right, that girl.

And what a voice.

Yeah, she's wonderful.

She's just about the loveliest...

Only, you know something?

I can never talk to her.

I can never talk to girls at all.

I never know what to say.

What's the matter with you?

You're talking to me, ain't you?

Oh, you...

Oh, I mean... I mean, you're different.

You're from Brooklyn.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Most girls are so easy

to figure out, see?

- They are?

- Yeah, but you are...

One time you look kind of as if

you knew all the answers

and then 10 minutes later

you're just like a little kid.

Just when a guy starts thinking

he ought to buy you a doll

or an ice cream cone or something

then all of a sudden

you're all grown up again.

I am?

Yeah.

And everything gets all kind of

mixed up and interesting.

I mean... Well, that's what Clarence

said about you.

You know,

he thinks about you all the time.

He does?

Yeah.

Yeah.

All the time.

I guess I'll be seeing you again

tomorrow night at the restaurant?

- If you don't mind going back there.

- Oh, I don't mind. It's a swell place.

Well.

Well.

It's been a lovely evening

and I don't know when

I've been so happy.

Good night.

Joe, did you hear what she said?

She's never been so happy.

Yeah, and if you stop to think

for a minute

maybe you'll figure out why.

- You mean Iturbi?

- Yeah.

Why shouldn't she be happy,

with that big, beautiful audition

you fixed coming up?

All of a sudden my heart sings

When I remember little things

The way you dance

And hold me tight

The way you kiss

And say good night

The crazy things we say and do

How fun it is to be with you

The magic thrill

That's in your touch

Oh, darling, I love you so much

The secret way you press my hand

To let me know you understand

The wind and rain upon your face

The breathless world

Of your embrace

Your little laugh and half-surprise

The starlight gleaming in your eyes

Remembering all those little things

All of a sudden

My heart sings

Yes, Mr. Banick, I understand.

You've gotta have a pass

to get in, sailor.

I'll take care of that right away,

Mr. Banick. Yes, sir.

- Mr. Iturbi work here?

- Yes.

- Well, I'd kind of like to see him.

- Is Mr. Iturbi expecting you?

- Well, not exactly.

- Well, I'm sorry, but it's impossible.

I gotta talk to him. It's important.

Even just for a minute, can't you?

Really, there's nothing I can do. He's

very busy. He's on the stage, recording.

Gentlemen, bar 95, please.

- Roll it, Jim, please.

- Speed.

So the admiral went up on deck,

said to him, he said, "Gunner's Mate

Second Class Joe Brady,

what do you think we should do?"

So Joe said, "Well, sir..."

Because even in a battle

if you talk to an admiral,

you have to say "sir."

So Joe said...

Joe! Come on, kids, it's Joe.

Hi.

- I was just telling them about you.

- Yeah, so I heard.

- Where's Aunt Susie? I thought she...

- She had to go to the studio.

Listen, Joe, I told the kids you'd tell us

all about your adventures.

Oh, look, I... Honest...

All right, all right.

Sit down, sit down.

Oh, boy.

Tell us how you got your medal.

All right,

I'll tell you how I got my medal.

Now, close your eyes

and try to imagine the most

beautiful day you've ever seen.

The greenest grass

and the singing-est birds

and the shining-est sun.

Can you see it?

Yeah.

Good. Now, try to imagine me there,

walking along, playing a tin whistle

just as happy as can be.

Do you see me?

Yeah.

Good. Of course,

I was in the Pomeranian navy then

and we wore white suits.

With blue stripes and a white hat

with a little red ball on top.

Oh, I was so happy

that I ran and jumped

and leaped and played,

just for the fun of it.

My, I felt good.

It was such a wonderful, wonderful day.

When all of a sudden

I stepped into a big hole and fell

right to the bottom of it.

I seemed to be in a long tunnel.

Way ahead, I could see light,

so I started towards it.

Finally, I reached the end

and found myself in a strange land.

It looked...

Well, it looked just like a page

out of a storybook

and everything was hushed and still

like your room at night

after you've gone to sleep.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Is anybody here?

No music?

I can't sing if I want to?

Can I dance?

- It's a law. It's a law. It's a law.

- It's a terrible law.

I'll sing and dance whenever I will

No law on Earth can keep me still

Young man, there is such a law.

Our king forbids us to sing and dance.

Wait. Where dwells

this monster of a king

whose people may not dance and sing?

In yonder castle,

but none can reach him.

Trust in me, my honored friend

I'll bring your sadness to an end

- Hello.

- Hello. Who are you?

- What are you doing here?

- Just a sailor come a-visiting.

Why are you sad?

- I'm not sad.

- Yes, you are.

- I am not.

- You are so.

- Not.

- Yes, you are.

I'm lonesome.

Well, you deserve to be lonesome.

Lonesome's too good for you.

Passing a law like that,

not letting people sing and dance

- aren't you ashamed of yourself?

- I had to.

- What do you mean you had to?

- Well...

A king's gotta do everything

his subjects do, see? Only better.

Well, I can't sing and I can't dance,

so there had to be a law. I had to.

You can so sing and dance.

Anybody can.

Well, not anybody that's cranky

and gloomy and grumpy.

But anybody whose heart is big

and warm and happy, they can.

Go on. Try it, just for a minute.

Try being happy.

If you worry, if you worry

- If you bother your head

- I do.

It won't help you, it won't help you

- It will hurt you instead

- It will?

Grouchers, groaners

Cranks and moaners

- They're so unfair

- I know.

If you can't be gay and merry

Lock yourself in solitary

Though it hurts you

Though it hurts you

Be a pleasanter guy

You may even learn to like it

- If you give it a try

- I'll try.

You could laugh and sing and dance

As gaily as an elf

But don't expect to get much help

If you don't help yourself

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