Strike Up the Band Page #10

anywhere with the band...

...is because we've listened to him.

And everybody's always done

what he's asked us to.

Even hard things.

Things that we

sometimes didn't agree with.

But the only reason the band

has done anything...

...the show and the play

and the dance...

Well, those were little things.

And now, don't you see, Willie?

You're giving us a chance

to do a big thing.

Why, to Jimmy and me

and every person in the band...

...you're more important

than all the broadcasts in the world.

We've got the rest of our lives

to do broadcasts.

I know you'll do it because

I know you won't let us down.

You'll do it, won't you, Willie?

I always wanted to ride in an airplane.

- Mr. Connors is here, sir.

- Well, show him in.

- Yes, sir. This way, please.

- Thank you.

- Hello, Jimmy.

- Hello, Mr. Morgan.

- Breakfast?

- No, thanks. I don't care for anything.

- Well, sit down.

- Thank you, sir.

What time is that

Whiteman broadcast tonight?

Oh, 8:
00.

Well, think you could win that contest?

I know we could, if we were there.

How long would it take you to get

your band together and get out of town?

Like that:

Well, that's too long.

There's a special train pulling into the yard

in three quarters of an hour.

I want you to be on it.

We'll be on it, Mr. Morgan.

But will it get us there in time?

Well, this train will. I've been

connected to that railroad for 20 years.

And this is the first time

I've ever had any fun out of it.

Now, get going and strike up the band.

Do you mean it? You ain't kidding us, huh?

Oh, thanks, Mr. Morgan.

Johnson, if you're looking for that pension,

you'd better get this train in on time.

Don't worry, Mr. Morgan.

This one's got to be in on time.

- Well, hello, everybody. Here we are.

- Hurry up. Hurry up, Barbara.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, my dear.

Hurry up. Hurry up, Barbara.

Well, here we go.

- Goodbye now. Good luck, my boy.

- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hurry up, Mary. Well, goodbye, Mom.

- Do you think we're gonna be the best?

- Everybody thinks so.

I don't know.

Everybody will be listening in.

- New York, Chicago, all over.

- They all came from Riverwood.

- Yeah.

- Anyway, I think you're the best.

And your father, he'd be so proud of you.

Well, then we're gonna win.

- You know what, Mom?

- What, Jimmy?

I'm gonna make you a queen.

- Goodbye. Goodbye, everybody.

- Goodbye.

Goodbye, Jimmy.

Good luck.

Time's about up. Three seconds to go.

- Are you ready?

- Almost.

- That's it.

- There you are.

Connect me with the stage.

I have the winner.

Come on, girls. You can see from here.

Thank you ladies and gentlemen

for listening...

...and for your wonderful reaction.

I'd also like to thank you for your votes

by phone and telegram...

...from all parts of the nation.

Which helped us pick

the winner of this contest.

Which only goes to prove that this country

not only has a genuine love for music...

...but is happy to acclaim

the youth of America.

This wonderful enthusiasm

and fine musicianship...

...demonstrated here tonight

makes me feel quite safe in saying...

...that we need have no fear

for the future of American music.

And now for the winner, a name you're

probably hearing for the first time tonight.

But which may in the future

become a musical byword.

Jimmy Connors and his band.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Jimmy, it's wonderful.

- Gosh, aren't you thrilled, Mary?

Thank you.

- Here. It's for you.

- Me?

Oh, Jimmy.

And now for our final number...

...performed by a combination of all

our contesting bands and glee clubs.

The honor of leading this finale

goes to our young winner, Jimmy Connors.

I feel pretty sure Jimmy's got a few tricks

up his sleeve he hasn't told me about.

- Maybe.

- Mr. Connors, the stick.

Thank you, Mr. Whiteman.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Well, I guess this is it.

I don't have to tell you how I feel.

If I felt any better,

gosh, I couldn't stand it.

When something wonderful like this

happens to anybody...

...I suppose you ought

to thank somebody.

They're not here,

but I know they're listening in.

Mr. Judd, I was all wrong about you.

You'll always be a swell guy

with us because you said:

"I'll buy the first ticket."

And as for you, Willie, you little shortstop,

even though you're in love with my girl...

...we're all thinking about you

and we want you to hurry up...

...and get out of bed

because we all need you.

And of all the people

throughout the United States...

...who might be listening

to this program...

...there's only one thing I'd like to say.

To the most important one of all.

Mom.

I don't know what I was thinking about

when I said that someday...

...l'd make you a queen.

Because if you hadn't been

a queen all the time...

...l'd never be here now.

Well, here it comes, Mom.

We must have music in the land

For everybody loves a band

A good old rousing melody

Is a joy and inspiration

A hundred million folks agree

That a tune can stir a nation

So, music master, take command

Our hearts will beat to beat the band

Let the drums roll out

Let the trumpet call

- While the people shout

- Hooray!

Strike up the band

Hear the cymbals ring

Calling one and all

To that happy swing

Strike up the band

Yankee doo doodle-oo, doodle-oo

We'll come through Yankee doo, doodle-oo.

For the red, white, and blue, doodle-oo

Lend a hand

With the flag unfurled

We can face the world

Hey, leader, strike up the band

Let the drums roll out

Let the trumpet call

While the people shout

Strike up the band

Hear the cymbals ring

Calling one and all

To that martial swing

Strike up the band

And we'll all give the cheer as we stand

To the man with the stick in his hand

He's the man whose command of the band

Makes the band grand

And you can't go wrong

With a happy song

Hey, leader

Say, leader

Hey, leader, strike up the band

Mister leader

We all want to dance, sir

Give our feet a chance, sir

And say you'll play the La Conga

Rhythm is frantic

We feel romantic

Play a song of love

Our love affair

Was meant to be

It's me for you, dear

And you for me

We'll fuss and quarrel

And tears start to brew

But after the tears

Our love will smile through

When youth has had

Its merry fling

We'll spend our evenings

Remembering

Two happy people

Who say on the square

Isn't ours a lovely

Love affair

If you feel you need a kick

Rhythm ought to do the trick

Mister leader, shake that stick

Let 'em hear the drummer boy play

With our flags unfurled

We can face the world

Hey, leader, strike up the band

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