Clambake

Clambake

Gonna have a clambake

Clambake

Gonna have a clambake

Hey, listen, world

You've gotta know

I'm cuttin' loose and lettin' go

Who needs the worry and the strife?

Life can be a ball

now just followin' my life

Clambake

Gonna have a clambake

Clambake

Gonna have a clambake

Clambake

Gonna have a clambake

Look for the brightest lights in town

That's where you'll find me

hangin' round

I've got this feeling to be free

I pick and choose the life I want

And that's the life for me

Clambake

Gonna have a clambake

Hey! Clambake

Gonna have a clambake

- Hey, Pop, get that, will you?

- You betcha.

- What can I do for you?

- Fill her up while I grab something to eat.

All right. I'll be glad to, young fella.

- So you goin' out with me or not?

- On that motorcycle of yours! Forget it.

- Ham on rye and a cup of coffee, please.

- Yes, sir.

If you don't mind my sayin' so,

that is a gorgeous hunk of automobile.

- I'm glad you like it.

- Ham sandwich and coffee.

- Is that your wheel over there?

- Almost. Three more payments.

- Got one like it at home. Scott Heyward.

- Tom Wilson.

- Hey, fella. I can't find that gas tank.

- I'll show you where it is.

And your radio,

I swear it's ringing like a telephone.

It is a telephone.

Sure must have an awful long cord!

- Hello.

- One moment. I've a call for you.

- Scott? Is that you?

- Ellie? How'd you find me?

Well, I've only been trying every mobile

operator south of the Mason-Dixon line.

Your father's fit to be tied.

Hold on a minute.

I have Scott on the line.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Give me that horn there.

Hello, Scott.

Why, this is your daddy talkin'.

Tell me, boy. Where in tarnation are you?

- Right now I'm in a Heyward oil station.

- That's a step in the right direction.

Maybe you'd be good enough to tell me

why you took off from here

like a big, scared jack rabbit.

Look, Pa, sorry I left without telling you.

You were busy and I...

I just wanted to get away for a while.

- Get away, huh? Or run away?

- Mr. Heyward...

And what about that fiance of yours

you left practically waiting at the altar?

I thought she was the real thing this time.

I did too, till I found out

she just loved your money.

Scott, that's what money's for, to buy

goodies you need to make you happy.

- There's more to it than that, Pa.

- More to it than money?

Scott, you get rid of them tomfoolish ideas

of yours and come back home.

Your new job as vice president

is waitin' for you.

OK, Pa. I'm Duster Heyward's son.

I own more wells than I know about. Does

that mean I deserve to be vice president?

- That's more than enough for me, son.

- But not for me.

Look, Pa, I wanna be able to do

something on my own. Goodbye, Pa.

Bye? Hey, Scott...

Well, za-zoo.

- That's a good-lookin' ski there.

- Thank you.

If you're in Miami Beach, fall by the

Shores Hotel, look me up in the ski shop.

I'm gonna be the new instructor. Ought

to be a ball, a lotta chicks, boat races.

If I get down that way, I'll do that.

Right now I got no plans, just problems.

Problems?

Look, I couldn't help overhearing.

You really Duster Heyward's son?

- Yeah.

- What problems could you have?

Mr., your sandwich is ready and waiting.

I've been trying to get that gal

to go out with me for the past hour.

- She takes one look at that, you're in.

- Exactly! One look at my car.

- So?

- So just once I'd like to know it's me.

- Not my car, not my money.

- You call that a problem, huh?

Any time you wanna change places,

just say the word.

I'm on the right track for lots of kissin'

So that old greenback

I won't be missin'

All the greatest things in life are free

Who needs money?

Not me

Cash or credit

it doesn't matter

Long as my bankbooks

keep growin' fatter

Easy Street is my favorite avenue

Who needs money?

I do

Just pity all those millionaires

They never can relax

Because they're always worryin'

about their income tax

Why waste time on

high financin'?

I'd rather spend it

on good romancin'

What if my pockets

are empty as can be?

Who needs money?

Not me

Some folks save it

some folks lend it

But as for me

I wanna spend it

Give me some green

and my skies will be blue

Who needs money?

I do

Stocks and bonds

they only bore me

Interest holds no interest for me

Who wants to sit in the lap of luxury?

Who needs money?

Not me

I want a big yacht

I can cruise in

The kind that girls just

can't refuse in

All it takes is a million or two

Who needs money?

I do

Any time some gal starts flirtin'

Now that I'm broke

I'll know for certain

She really digs my personality

Tell me, who needs money?

Not me

Poverty's the only thing

that money cannot buy

So rich or poor

it pays to have M-O-N-E-Y

A gal who's tender

that's what I love

It's legal tender

I want a pile of

Just let my liquid assets overflow

You can't take it with you when you go

- So who needs money?

- That lovely, lovely money

Who needs money?

- I do

- Not me

- Welcome to the Shores Hotel, sir.

- Thanks.

Let me see about getting out of this here

contraption. Not an easy maneuver.

Pretty tough drivin' this buggy with these

spurs on, but I'd feel naked without 'em.

- This time of year you need a reservation.

- Name's Heyward.

- A reservation is...

- That's Heyward of Heyward Oil.

Oh, that Heyward.

- Thought that'd make a little difference.

- Indeed.

I'll have your car taken care of.

And if you ask for the manager,

he'll have something for you.

- Hey, you.

- Me?

Yes, you! You can't park that thing

in the driveway. Take it on outta here.

Mr. Hathaway,

who do you think just drove up?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Oh. Oops, sorry, Miss.

I hope I didn't hurt you.

Spurs got locked here. Tricky little devils.

- Mr. Heyward, I presume.

- Yeah.

Welcome to the Shores Hotel, sir.

You know me, huh?

Don't recollect meeting you before, Mr...

- Hathaway, sir.

- Howdy, Mr. Hathaway. Glad to know ya.

Look, Mr. Hathaway,

my bones are bendin' in the middle.

Need a nice soft place

to stretch 'em out on. What you got?

Well, I think we can find

something suitable, sir.

Fine. Oh, sorry there.

Oh, hello there. Everything under control?

Mr. Heyward?

Oh, yeah.

I think we found the very thing

for you, sir. Bell captain!

Show Mr. Heyward

to the presidential suite.

Presidential suite.

Well, bein' as how I couldn't make a

reservation, reckon that'll just have to do.

Nice meetin' you, Mr. Heyward...

Mr. Hathaway.

The stands were full and

you could feel the electricity in the air.

I think it was probably one of the most

exciting things that ever happened to me.

I'll show you. Would you

hold that, please? Thank you.

Now, just imagine... Here are the four of us.

Right in the beginning, one guy toes in

and bam! He's wiped out of the race.

Now there's just three of us left.

All of a sudden, bam!

One of the boats flips right over,

and now there were only two of us.

Just two of us in the race.

Now I know it's time for me

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