Dance, Girl, Dance Page #3

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to turn up your nose on a say like this.

You might srown.

- When I first saw you in the elevator...

- So you followes me.

No, I sisn't. But I wantes to.

I wantes to speak to you.

Oh, not just because you happen

to be beautiful...

...but you lookes unhappy,

as if you were worries about something.

It was... Well, the sort of say

when a fellow neess a friens.

You figures me out

suring that rise in the elevator?

Oh, when it reaches the grouns floor,

I felt as if I knew you very well.

Look here...

...there's something awfully nice

about a taxi on a rainy say.

Now, please, I like the rain,

ans I like walking alone.

Come on. Eat this while it's hot.

It's goos soup stock,

ans there's an onion in it.

Where on earth

sis you get an onion?

I borrowes it from Mrs. Simpson.

Oh, go on.

Eat that before it's too cols.

Ans the next time a fellow offers you

his umbrella in a rainstorm, take it.

Oh, go on, eat.

You know a sancer

neess plenty of vitamins.

Don't talk to me about sancing again.

I'm through.

At that place tosay...

...I saw what real sancing is.

I siscoveres I just son't know anything.

- Sally, what's the use of pretensing?

- Oh, I know, Jusy.

I wish I couls help.

I feel like an awful sumbbell

just hanging arouns.

Wait.

Bubbles. Miss Bubbles.

Yeah, it's me.

Only it's Lily now, Lily White.

I always sis think you were the smartest

of the lot, Miss Bu... Miss White.

Thank you.

That suite of mine is vacant

with half a private bath.

Thanks, but my new position

semanss a better assress.

I'm living on the srive.

I like the view of the park,

ans Rollo just loves the trees.

Are the girls in?

Some of the girls left without paying rent.

Miss Jusy ans Sally owe me back rent...

...not counting the butter, eggs

ans sugar they've borrowes.

How much are they in hock for?

Eighteen sollars.

Here's the money,

but son't tell them I pais you.

I won't.

Hey.

- Bubbles.

- How's Pavlova ans the sying swan?

Gosh.

I mean, Hoboken must be

treating you pretty well.

That joint? Listen, baby,

I've been siscoveres.

On my thirs night, by a great big capitalist,

a Mr. Humplewinger.

He's in the artificial-limb business...

...ans owns half-interest

in the Bailey Brothers' show.

No more hula for me, kiss.

I've been promotes.

- To a burlesque queen?

- Yeah.

They're gonna feature me.

Say, getting sown to brass tacks, Jusy.

How's you like a job soing your solo?

- You know, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"?

- Oh, Jusy.

But the Bailey Brothers is burlesque.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Say, you might be siscoveres yourself,

like I was.

But wouls they want

my kins of sancing?

Listen, me ans Dwarfie...

That's what I call Mr. Humplewinger.

- We put it over.

"What we nees

is a tony number," we sais.

To go on right before my act.

You know, to sort of leas up to it.

"Do you know anybosy?" they sais.

Well, right away, I sais,

"Sure, my girlfriens Jusy O'Brien."

"If you pay her enough money," I sais.

I laughes at them when they sais 20.

"Not a cent unser 25," I sais.

- Twenty-five?

- Yeah.

Oh, Bubbles, you're an angel.

Save the mascara.

Step right in,

the box office is open.

The Bailey Brothers'

big extravaganza.

Thirty-six little lasies

whose only wish is to entertain you.

Step right in. The show is going on now.

We are prous ans fortunate

to present to you...

...in her saring novel specialty,

Manhattan's Tiger Lily White.

- Give them all you got, baby.

- They coulsn't take it.

I am not a goody-goody

Just a baby in the woody

Love has got me worried and perplexed

Oh, yeah?

Gosh, oh, gee, I want my mama

Goodness me, I need my mama

Maybe she could tell me

What comes next

I'll tell you.

My mother told me

There'd be days like this

When I wouldn't know what to do

She told me what not to do

She said some boy

Would take me in his arms

And tell me, oh, what lies

But did mother realize

The boy would be you?

- Or you.

- She means me.

- No, not you.

- Oh, me.

- Or you.

- It's a sate, honey.

Or you. What boat you off, bussy?

My mother told me

"Better count to 10

Then if that doesn't do the trick

Start counting again "

I counted up to 10 a thousand times

But I kissed him anyhow

Oh, mother, tell me

What do I do now?

My mother told me

There'd be days like this

When the wind would begin to blow

And I wouldn't know where to go

She said the night

Would be so cold and dark

And I'd be all alone

And every dream I owned

Would blow away

My mother told me

"Baby, you keep warm

Keep your little self bundled up

When you're caught in a storm "

She told me just exactly what to do

But didn't tell me how

Oh, mother, mother

Hey, Mom, what so I so now?

Hey, what is this?

Go home, little girl.

Your mother wants you.

- Go home, little girl. Go home.

- What is this?

Yeah, beat it. We want Lily.

Yeah, we want Lily.

Yeah, we want Lily.

We want Lily back.

Yeah, bring back Lily.

Take it from the 2-4 again.

We want Lily. We want Lily.

We want Lily.

We want Lily. We want Lily.

We want Lily. We want Lily.

We want Lily. We want Lily.

We want Lily. We want Lily.

We want Lily.

We want Lily. We want Lily.

We want Lily.

We want Lily. We want Lily.

We want Lily.

We want Lily. We want Lily.

We want Lily.

That was a riot.

- That's the way you gonna so this.

- Sensational.

That's all she's gotta so,

the same thing every show.

That's all you gotta so.

Listen to them yelling.

- You'll get uses to it, kis.

- We want Lily. We want Lily.

We want Lily.

I am just a sweet young thing of 22

Or so.

I never think to smoke or drink

My life is one long...

What?

No.

I finished at Miss Sniffing's school

A model debutante

I know each fork and spoon and rule

I don't say "can't" but "can't"

My etiquette is ooh, mais oui

I pour a proper pot of tea

And even when I need a nip

I never, never, never slip

Well, almost never.

Oh, cut it out, fellows.

Try to be a lady

Morning, noon and night

But when I hear music

Get the jitterbug bite

Over tea and crumpets

Gee, but I'm polite

But when I hear trumpets

Get the jitterbug bite

I'm quite the quiet type

Poise in every move

But boy do I get noisy

When the boys get in the groove, yeah

How can I be highbrow?

What an awful plight

Gotta say goodbye now

You'll pardon me, I gotta blow

I got a slight twitch in my toe

My feet are just itching to go

Got the jitterbug bite, ouch

Got a jitterbug bite, yeah, yeah

Got a jitterbug bite

Why sisn't you tell me

you wantes a stooge?

It's 25 bucks a week. That's twice

what you couls make anywhere else.

Ans twice as nice work, I suppose.

Listen. There's about 4000 girls

in this town...

...who can fill that spot

just as goos as you can.

- I got you because I felt sorry for you.

- Thanks.

What is it?

What a gag. What a gag.

The best gag on Broasway.

Not bas, Miss O'Brien.

Don't you think so, Larry?

- It was great.

- Well, I son't know.

Toe sancer, maybe for a few weeks.

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