Babes on Broadway Page #10

a lot more than most of you know about.

Getting this show on to them

is just as important as going to the country.

So I think that it would be fair...

...if we let him decide if he wants

to use this money to hire a theatre...

...and get his chance

to put the show on.

And they can go to the country later on,

maybe next year.

Well, I don't know what to say.

What do you think, Josephine?

Well, I suppose if it's fair.

Sure, we can go later on.

You'd give this to me?

Sure, if it's fair.

No, Jo.

You're not only going to the country,

but you're leaving tomorrow morning.

- Mr. Williams.

- Splendid.

Where are they? It's ridiculous, fantastic

fabulous. I absolutely can't believe it.

I want to find how anyone

could do a thing like this to me.

- Where are they?

- Thornton. It's Thornton.

- Mr. Reed? I thought he was in Philadelphia.

- Run, don't walk, to the nearest exit.

Who'd...? There you are!

I knew you had a hand in this fiasco.

Now, Thornton, don't get excited.

We only...

I've got a $ 100,000 turkey

in Philadelphia and what do I get?

Fire commission, board of health,

police department, warrants for my arrest!

Thornton, I'm terribly sorry, it's all my fault.

But there's no harm done.

No harm done? They bring me back to town

as though I were a criminal!

I thought they were crazy.

A show in my own theatre

and I don't even know it.

Thornton, unravel. There isn't any show

and there isn't going to be one.

Wait a minute, maybe...

Mr. Reed, will you listen to me

for just a minute?

Mr. Reed, I'm so glad you're here.

It's against the law

to put our show on for an audience.

There's no law against putting it on for you.

You didn't buy a ticket!

Now she wants to sell me a ticket!

- Mason?

- Yes, sir.

No, no, Mr. Reed, dear Mr. Reed,

we spent weeks and weeks.

We gave up everything.

All we want you to do is just sit down.

I've got trouble enough

without amateur...!

- Quick, Tommy, get them ready.

- Yeah.

Bring the curtain down. Mr. Morris, hurry.

Get the orchestra in the pit.

Please, just watch this one number,

especially Tommy Williams.

And I give you my word of honor,

it won't hurt a bit.

Come on, Daddy, the overture.

Here we are, six characters

Depressed and melancholy

Here we are, six characters

In search of a finale

We've racked our brains

And taxed our minds

To find a trick that's new

But still we haven't got

The slightest idea what to do

We might try a Russian ballet

But a ballet might disclose

That I am more athletic

Than aesthetic on my toes

Say, how about a circus?

We could all go acrobatic

Now, here's a trick I learned in school

To strengthen my sciatic

We could all go South American

And cut a South American rug

But I'd never arrive

I ain't hep to their jive

I'm just a Brooklyn jitterbug

Hold everything... I've got it, pals

Let's do an aquacade

It's true that I can't swim a stroke

But you ought to see me wade

What's wrong with doing something old?

Something tried and true

Well, how about a minstrel show?

Does that appeal to you?

A good old-fashioned minstrel show

- That suits us

- Well, then let's go!

Go and tell New York

To grab a piece of cork

And join that blackout over Broadway

Everybody's gonna be dancin' on air

When they hear them

Playing "Swanee River" in Times Square

Every southern lass

Is gonna cook with gas

And boy, that southern cookin's okay

And when you hear that moan

On the slide trombone

You'll wanna black up

For that blackout over Broadway

Go and tell the town

They ought to come on down

And join that blackout over Broadway

You'll see Andrew Jackson Brown

Straight from the south

And if he don't entertain you

You can shut my mouth

There'll be so much fun

That long before we're done

Those angels up in heaven will say

"Ain't got no time to stall

Spread your wings, you all

And start to black up

For that blackout over Broadway"

Every southern lass

Is gonna cook with gas

And boy, that southern cookin's okay

And when you hear that moan

On the slide trombone

You'll wanna black up

For that blackout over Broadway!

Gentlemen, be seated.

Mr. Tambo, Mr. Tambo

How do you do?

And incidentally, how do you feel?

Well, now, I feels just like a stovepipe

Nothing else, buddy

You feels just like a stovepipe?

Yeah, sooty

Now, Mr. Bones, Mr. Bones

It's good to see you

And incidentally, Mr. Bones

How do you feel?

How does I feel?

Well, man, I feels just like

A fireplace here of late

You say you feels just like a fireplace?

I said it, I feels grate

We all expect some dancing

When the minstrels come to town

So now may I present to you

Mr. Rufus Rastus Jefferson Davis Brown

By the light of the silvery moon

I want to spoon

By the light of the moon

To my honey, I'll croon love's tune

Honey moon, keep a-shinin' in June

The month of June

Your silvery beams

Will bring love's dreams

We'll be cuddlin' soon

Oh, make it soon

By the silvery moon

By the silvery moon

By the silvery moon

Oh, Mr. Interlocutor

Could there be something wrong?

We are waiting just

To hear Mr. Tambo do his song

Mr. Tambo

Do you feel good and strong?

Then get right up and show the folks

How you can sing that song

I hear tell there's a stranger

In the Jones household

- Yes, sirree, yes, sirree

- That's what I'm told

I hear tell there's a new arrival

Six days old

- Yes, sirree, yes, sirree

- Worth his wait in gold

Come right in

And meet the son

Christening's done

Time to have some fun

- Yes, sirree, yes, sirree

- Yes, sirree

Yes, sirree, yes, sirree

It's a big holiday everywhere

For the Jones family

Has a brand-new heir

He's a joy, heaven-sent

And we proudly present

Mr. Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones

When he grows up

He never will stray

With a name

Like the one that he's got today

When he walks down the street

Folks will say

"Pleased to meet

Mr. Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones "

What a smile

And how he shows it

He'll be happy all day long

What a name

I'll bet he knows it

With that handle

How can he go wrong?

And the folks in the town all agree

He'll be famous

As famous as he can be

How can he be a dud

Or a stick-in-the-mud

When he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones?

Go to sleep, my baby

And maybe you'll balance the budget

By and by

Oh, you're a lucky baby

With Franklin D. For your name

Mrs. Jones' baby boy

Is a welcome resident

Give him a fishing rod for a toy

He's the future president

When this rascal goes to school

ABC's won't matter

Teach him plain old 'rithmetic

And of course, some fireside chatter

My friends, my friends

Let's all shout hooray!

It's a big holiday everywhere

For the Jones family

Has a brand-new heir

We'll be proud to affirm

When he serves his fourth term

- Just you wait and see

- Yeah!

- He'll make history

- Yeah!

'Cause he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones!

Oh, ring, ring the banjo

For Franklin Roosevelt Jones

But when you hear the banjo

It's played by Mr. Bones

Way down on the levee

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