Nowhere Boy Page #2

# I believe to my soul

you're the devil in nylon hose

# For the harder I work,

the faster my money goes

# Well, I said shake, rattle and roll

# I said shake, rattle and roll

# I said shake, rattle and roll

# I said shake, rattle and roll

# Well, you won't do right

to save your doggone soul

It's jazz! Sh*t.

Jazz. Sh*t.

Sh*t. I've nicked the wrong stuff here.

Oh, hang on.

- Jazz sh*t.

- Oh, hey, cool it!

- Have some respect. Music is music.

- Well worked out, clever clogs.

No man's vinyl

deserves to be tossed in the drink.

- But it's jazz.

- Jazz is cool.

- It's sh*t!

- Tell Billie Holiday that.

Sure, where is he?

Yous are rock'n'rollers, right?

Got a record in my cab

that's not even out here yet.

Straight in from New York City.

I'll swap you.

- Who's it by?

- Screamin' Jay Hawkins. Killer, baby!

OK, we'll wait,

with these.

- I've never heard of him, have you?

- No. I bet Mum has. Mum knows everyone.

"Killer, baby!" F***ing twat.

Here she comes.

# Well, a hard-headed woman

# Soft-hearted man

# Been a cause of trouble

ever since the world began, oh, yeah

# Ever since the world began

# A hard-headed woman

is a thorn in the side of a man

Yes, yes!

# Now, Adam said to Eve,

"Listen here to me"

# "Don't you let me catch you

messing round that apple tree"

# Oh, yeah, ever since the world began

# A hard-headed woman

is a thorn in the side of a man

# Yeah

Marie, my angel face!

- Who's this twat?

- Just some lad I know.

It doesn't sound like that.

They forgot to lock the zoo. I never

knew you f***ed monkeys, Marie.

We can f*** you, d*ckhead.

- We're joking.

- I don't have primates for mates.

Ooh, f***ing killer, baby!

Come on, then, brains,

it's not hard. Push.

Come on, that's enough.

Just f*** off.

Marie, my guardian angel.

Lads. Always a pleasure.

Let's not leave it so long, eh?

- Screamin' Jay Hawkins!

- I'll put a spell on you, Shotton.

- I'll put a spell on you.

- I'll put a spell on you!

John!

Tut-tut,

your boyfriend wouldn't be happy.

- He's not my boyfriend.

- What is he? Apart from ugly.

He's my cousin.

You f*** your cousin?

- Where are yous going?

- For a quick chat. A proper one.

Oh, for f***'s sake, John!

# I put a spell on you

# Because you're mine

- Can't believe you've got this.

- This Cunard Yank swapped it.

For what?

# Watch out!

# I ain't lying

# Yeah, I can't stand

# Ooh

# No running around

# I can't stand

# No put me down

# I put a spell on you

# Because you're mine

# Oh-oh, yeah

# Whoa

# Stop the things you do

# Watch out!

# I ain't lying

# Oh, oh, I love you

# I love you

# I love you anyhow

# I don't care

I'm suspending you both.

Your parents and your aunt

will get letters in the post.

I don't want you near this school

for at least a week.

I don't even know when I want you back.

Questions?

Any chance I can get

the magazine back, sir?

- I didn't see you there.

- Where did you see me, then?

How was school?

Alright.

Killing us with homework, though.

Tonight we've got maths,

chemistry, physics

and that famous crowd pleaser history.

Don't lie to me, John Lennon!

Where have you been? Hmm?

Veronica Connor tells me

she saw you on the roof of a bus.

It's as if you choose to embarrass me.

Just remember all I have done for you.

Without me, you'd be in

a children's home. Remember that.

Like you'll ever let me forget!

- That hurt!

- Good!

Where are you going?

Don't you walk away.

Whatever you're selling, it's no!

The advert for a lodger.

- Oh.

- Michael Fishwick.

- What are you?

- I beg your pardon?

- What are you? What do you do?

- I'm a student at the university.

- A student of what?

- Of biochemistry.

Oh. Come in.

Go away.

Mum, it's me.

Mum?

I can do it myself, you know.

Michael! How's things?

- Not bad, John. Yourself?

- Fine, thank you. How's school?

- You mean university.

- Same thing.

Biochemistry, right? What does that mean

you'll be when you grow up?

- A biochemist, I hope.

- Really? You must be so excited.

See you, Fishy.

Stay out of trouble, lad.

Cheers, pal.

# I don't want to be a tiger

# Cos tigers play too rough

# I don't want to be a lion

# Cos lions ain't the kind

you love enough

Oh, why couldn't God make me Elvis?

Cos he was saving you for John Lennon.

I'll get you back for that, God!

Do you fancy the ferry

over to New Brighton tomorrow?

- The fair's on.

- What about school?

I've been suspended, me and Pete.

Oh, John! What for?

Showing pornography

to an old lady on a bus.

You've not told Mimi, have you?

No point going through her bollocks

if you don't have to.

Why? She has to go through yours.

I never asked her to, did I?

Can I stay with you?

Just during the day.

It's covered. I burnt the suspension

letter. Mimi still thinks I'm at school.

She won't find out, I swear.

Please?

You know, be a mate.

Hold it like this.

Arm horizontal from the elbow.

Strum from the wrist. Think Bo Diddley.

"Strum from the wrist."

John, be serious

or I'll phone Mimi myself.

Now, just strum.

Try and hit all the strings.

# Ooh, Maggie, Maggie Mae

# They have taken her away

# And she won't be

walking Lime Street any more

# Well, the judge, he guilty found her

# Of robbing a homeward bounder

# You dirty, robbin',

no-good Maggie Mae

Wow!

Who's Maggie Mae?

A whore.

Now, if you're here, you might as well

learn something. Your turn.

Woolton 2985.

Yes. No, Mr Pobjoy,

there's no need to introduce yourself.

I see.

Where is he?

# Well, that'll be the day

# When you say goodbye, yeah

# That'll be the day

# That you make me cry

# Oh, you say you're...

Come on, Mum!

- You're missing it. Come on.

- No, Julia!

This may be your life,

one big, common mess, but it is not his.

Are you aware he has been suspended?

Yes.

Come on, out.

I mean it!

Get out of my house. Go, Mimi.

My boy!

My boy.

Come on, you, eat your chips.

Hmm!

- Getting a little dry at the mouth.

- Don't be disgusting!

You wouldn't mind lighting my fag?

You'll set the house on fire.

I've stolen little Julia's bed.

She's your sister.

She's happy you're here.

How long can I stay?

Nighty-night.

Mummy?

Daddy?

Mummy?

Daddy? Mummy?

John?

I could get a job.

Please, Bobby!

I know I could make this work.

Let's try.

Who's gonna look after the girls?

Just part time. I'll ask

at the caf. Anywhere. I could do this.

No, you can't!

Lt'll be too much for you. Eh?

Everything will get too much for you

again and I'll lose you again.

And I need you.

Well, the girls need you.

I need John. I am his mother.

Mimi's been looking after him

since he was five.

I never wanted that!

Bobby, it's not fair!

Yeah, well, that's how it turned out,

didn't it?

- Mimi needs John.

- I need him!

- I need him to be mine!

- Look, he'll be OK.

Listen to me.

For the girls. We can't lose you again.

Alright? He's got to go. OK?

- OK.

- Yeah. Good.

Come here.

That's it.

I think I'll just go.

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