Bye Bye Birdie Page #6
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- 1963
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And while we're on the sub ject, kids
You can talk and talk
till your face is blue
Kids, but they still do
just what they want to do
Why can't they be like we were
Perfect in every way
What's the matter with kids today
the best I could
Kids, all the things I've done
were for your own good
Kids, can't you once appreciate
how I've sacrificed
Working, slaving, scrimping
saving pennies
And livin' with your father, kids
No one knows the burdens I've had
to bear, and in my condition
Kids, I'm a poor, sick woman
and does he care
Ha!
Go on, go on and kill me
That's what it's coming to
When a mother has kids like you
- Kids
- All the chicken soup I made for you
- Mama, take it easy.
- Kids
- Now you throw me out like a worn shoe
- Not in front of everybody.
Mom, after all, I haven't been
such an awful son
I never sass you back
or leave a ring around the bathtub
- And don't I always phone you
- Kids
You can give your life to 'em
night and day
- Kids, then they go get married
- Married?
- And go away
- Who's gettin' married?
Why do we have these children
Better to have a pet
You know where you stand with a pet.
Nothin' is what you'll get
What's the matter with kids to...
I tried, Lou, but I failed.
Oh, ya didn't, Mama.
Ya didn't.
Don't try to pay me back, sonny.
I forgive you.
So what if you're an ingrate?
So long as you're happy.
- I don't want to be happy.
- Don't feel guilty.
Just make believe I'm an old used car.
Junk me. Leave me in the gutter.
- You heard him.
- You're a witness.
- I promise, Mama.
- I never broke promise to my mama.
- Good boy.
Why can't they be like Albert
Perfect in every way
What's the matter with kids
Yeah, what's the matter with kids
Nothing's the matter with kids today
Mr. Paisley, this is Rose DeLeon.
You asked me to call
it I had any tree time.
Well, I'm free.
- Very tree.
- Rosie!
Ten minutes?
I'll be waiting tor you.
Don't worry, sonny.
You can always get another secretary.
Can you see him?
- No. Babette, can you see him?
- I can't see him.
All I can see is the basketball hoop.
Hey, Gretch, can you see him?
Conrad Birdie in our gym!
Oh, oh, oh, give me one last kiss
One last kiss
Oh, one more time
Mmm, baby, one more time
It really is sublime
Ah, baby, so sublime
You know I need your love
Oh, oh, oh, give me one last kiss
One last kiss
Baby
Give me one last kiss
Baby
Give me one last kiss
Oh, one last kiss
Give me one last kiss
It never felt like this
Nah, baby, not like this
You know I need your love
- Oh, oh, oh
- Okay. Cut.
We'll rehearse
the song later, Conrad.
- Al, what's the exact length?
- Oh, uh, 1:
20.Check. That gives us 2:40
for Sullivan's intro to Kim...
Kim's good luck speech to Conrad.
for army enlistments...
bangs into the song, and we top it off
with the big kisseroo.
- Kim?
- Yes, sir.
Beg pardon,
but when do I make my speech?
Speech? What speech?
I promised Mr. McAfee he could say a few
words. After all, he's Kim's father.
- Yes, he is.
- Kind of a hello from a proud parent.
All right,
but ya can't have much time.
In fact, all you can have is 20 seconds
on the nose.
Gotcha. I'll just say a few words,
get some big laughs.
- And introduce the mayor.
- The mayor?
- Ah, come on, Al. What is this?
- I... We had a problem.
I had to give the mayor a spot
to humor McAfee.
All right, but we'll have to take
ten seconds away from McAtee.
I imagine songwriting must be
quite a lucrative profession.
- Oh, yes it is.
- How many records will they sell?
Oh, about one or two million.
You know, Claude, I had a pertectly
wonderful time last night.
- You really are a wonderful dancer.
- Oh, I don't know.
When one's heart sings,
one's feet take wings.
Oh, how lyrical.
Is that Shelley or Keats?
- That, my dear, is Paisley.
- Really?
- Uh-huh.
- Oh, that's wonderful.
- Shall we go?
- Sure.
Okay, everybody. Take your places.
Now come on, Kim.
Just move right over there.
Just read it like
you normally would. Okay.
And we, your admirers, are proud that
our military leaders have called upon...
- Conrad, honey!
- Please, Mrs. Peterson.
We're rehearsing.
All right now, Kim.
Could you move over one, please?
Kim, you're talking too fast.
Now once more, dear, but slower.
- To express to you...
- Tell me, Mrs. Peterson.
- What does your husband do?
- I don't know. He's dead.
And, and, and I want to say...
on behalf of all the girls
who are your devoted admirers...
- Oh, I forgot what's next.
- Come on, man. Let's go.
- Hi, Hugo.
- They don't want all this jazz.
- Yeah.
- They want Conrad.
Look. There's the camera.
I bail in, I sing up a storm...
I give this chick the message...
This is my best side.
- Applause.
- She's fainted.
- I'll dig you later.
- Hey, enough! I'm puttin' my foot down!
My baby!
Now I'm puttin' my foot down.
She's not goin' on that show!
Oh, yes, she is.
You're not wreckin' my career.
- Oh, what happened?
- Tell him you're through...
because you do not wish to humiliate
your steady in this sordid fashion.
Hugo Peabody, you take that back!
I will not,
but I will take my pin back.
Oh, with pleasure.
Conrad, I know you're tense,
but we haven't finished.
- The number's not ready.
- Conrad's a trooper, like I was.
- Us troopers get tense.
- Yeah. Like she said, like.
Conrad, why don't you and I
go for a nice ride in the country?
Uh-uh. Man, I hope
I never get that tense.
to Rosie.
- Who does he think he is anyway?
- AI, I got a wire here from Ed Sullivan.
"Russian Ballet switching to different
dance requiring additional four minutes.
Therefore, the entire Birdie spot
must be cut to less than 30 seconds."
- Cut?
- "Tell Peterson and Rosie...
I'm sorry song is out,
but no choice."
No. They can't do this.
They can't cut the song.
They've already done it, kid. In 30
seconds all Birdie can do is take a bow.
I'm awfully sorry.
The Russians!
First they take Czechoslovakia,
and now they take my four minutes.
- Oh, Mama.
- Oh, baby!
Well, that's, that's show business.
There are chicks just ripe
for some kissin'
And I mean to kiss me a few
what they're missin'
I got a lot of livin' to do
Sizzlin' steaks
all ready for tastin'
And there's Cadillacs
all shiny and new
Gotta move
'cause time is a-wastin'
I got a lot of livin' to do
There's music to play
places to go
People to see
Everything for you and me
Life's a ball
if only you know it
And it's all
just waitin' for you
You're alive
so come on and show it
Yeah, we got a lot of livin' to do
There are men
Handsome men
From Yale or Purdue
Older men
And I'm gonna find 'em
I got a lot of livin'
To do
I'm a-gonna have fun
Gonna be wild
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