We're Not Dressing
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1934
- 74 min
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from here to Singapore
But we've never, never
never seen a mermaid
But we've never, never
never seen a mermaid
It's a lie
It's a lie
Ship ahoy, ship ahey
ship ahigh
that we're 80 fathoms deep
But we've never, never
never seen a mermaid
A sailor can't be true
to any one gal
He's a cheatin'
son of the sea
A sailor can't be true
to any one gal
A sailor man
must have variety
[n every port you leave
behind a heartache inside
And always give 'em somethin'
to remember you by
But I'm a man that
could be true to one gal
If she's
the right gal for me
It's a lie
It's a lie
Ship ahoy, ship ahey
ship ahigh
We've sailed to Timbuktu
Valparaiso and Peru
But we've never, never
never seen a mermaid
I've been a sea dog
since I was in me prime.
- B.C.?
Yeah, B.C. Before
''Come up and see me sometime.''
It's a lie
It's a lie
Ship ahoy, ship ahey
ship ahigh
that we're 80 fathoms deep
But we've never, never
- Come on, Doris! You're in the next hand.
Oh, here's a cocktail we've
never tried. A Yellow Parrot.
Ship ahoy, ship ahey
We dream while we're asleep that we're
80 fathoms deep Hmm. A Yellow Parrot.
But we've never, never
never seen a mermaid
A Yellow Parrot.
Let's see.
Gin, orangejuice,
cointreau, cherries.
Hmm. Gin.
Well, I don't think I'll
trouble with the orange juice.
There's very little to be
gained from orange juice.
It says brandy here.
This is confusing.
Well... brandy.
What on Earth are you cooking? Ha-ha!
It's too weak.
Aaah!
Ohhhhhhh.
Nights in Havana
are warm and delicious
They make trusting hearts
a bit too ambitious
The sway of the palms
makes a girl so pernicious
A tra-la-la
la-la-la-la-la
The men are all sheiks
and they use a new system
So, girlies, be careful
They'll fill you with bull
They'll leave you flat on the
spot Ah-ha-ha, but for what
Ahh, for tra-la-la
la-la-la-la-la, ohh
If some caballero
takes off his sombrero
You better take care-o
watch out and beware-o
For it's just
a new Spanish custom
If some sweet bambino
says you are his queen-o
Then in some casino
he fills you with vino
Oh, it's just
a new Spanish custom
If he starts acting
too haughty-o
Ah,just kick him
right in the patio
If he starts to pet-o
I warn you no let-o
If he sings ''I love you''
he's singing falsetto
For it's just
a new Spanish custom
If you're so interested
in that sailor,
why don't you have him up here
and take him apart? What sailor?
Oh, not the one
you stare at, of course.
I do not stare at him.
Then, uh, why have you been
picking on him the whole voyage?
Come along, Doris. I've cut
for you, and we're partners.
- Oh, Michael, would you mind getting me a highball?
- Oh, certainly.
Isn't he gorgeous?
In fact, they're both gorgeous. Yeah.
I don't wonder you have so much
trouble choosing between them.
What are you butting into
this for? Me butting in?
Hmph! I like that. I
found her first, didn't I?
Didn't she ask me to get her this drink?
You don't do as well with women as I do.
You've always got your cut, haven't
you? I proposed to her first.
You're making a big mistake. Lay off.
very happy together.
I wish you'd hurry up and take.
I'm simply dithering with envy.
But why, darling? Because I'm gonna
take the one that's left, that's why.
You are? Are you sure
you can afford it?
I do hope I haven't
made it too strong.
Why, Michael,
how can you say that?
Whatever touches
those lips turns to honey.
Aren't they divine?
They're positively sinful.
Sinful is right. They're
positively a crime against nature.
Here's your baby, nursemaid.
She's cryin' for ya.
Oh, hello, Droopy.
whiskers combed. Sing to her.
Come on, Steve.
Sing something.
Oh, no, not me. You know
Oh, come on! That's all
right. I'll hold her for ya.
Okay.
I'll sing about
the birds and bees
The pretty flowers
and the trees
The moon, the sun
the summery breeze
Hooray
I'll even go to town
With ''London Bridge
Is Falling Down''
But I positively
refuse to sing
Don't know why
There's no sun
up in the sky
Stormy weather
Since my gal and I
ain't together
['ll sing about
the night we met
And about to remember
or forget
The grass is green
The dew is wet and say
I'll yodel
Night and day
''On the Road to Mandalay''
But I positively
refuse to sing
Who's Afraid of
the Big Bad Wolf-a
''When Annie Doesn't
Live Here Anymore''
I'll take
a heartbreak
I'll even end my song with
a ''hey-hey'' or a ''Yeah, man''
I'll sing about
the cabin door
The fields of corn
The Swanee shore
Let it rain
Let it pour
What's more
A cottage
warm and cozy
Or a
Ring-Around-the-Rosy
But I positively
refuse to sing
''['m Headin'for
That Last Roundup''
Get along, little doggie
Get along
Good night
lovely little lady
I must say adieu
To you
And your loveliness
you on the upper deck.
Who, me?
At once.
Evening, ma'am.
Good evening.
When I chose you
to take care of Droopy,
I did so because I believed you were
a steady and trustworthy young man.
Yes, ma'am? But when I see you wrestling the
poor creature all over the deck, I believe-
I wasn't wrestling with her.
Why, I saw you.
She was wrestling with me.
Are you being impertinent?
No, no, ma'am. You see,
Droopy only likes one song,
and whenever I sing anything else,
she just naturally ups and throws me.
What's your name?
Stephen, ma'am.
Stephen what?
Just call me Stephen.
I suppose you have a
second name. Oh, yes, ma'am.
Where did you learn to sing?
Oh, I-I just sort of sing.
You sing quite well.
Thank you.
Will you sing
something for us?
Well, if you don't mind,
['d rather not.
Just the same,
I- I don't think-
We don't expect you to amuse us for
nothing, my man. He doesn't want your money.
Come on, sailor. Well, I don't know. I-
Of course he will.
Pardon me, darling.
Why does my heart
pound like a hammer
Why do I start
to stutter and stammer
When I'm near
the one I adore
The girl I love
Why is it I'm
the silliest person
Spend all my time
and keep on rehearsin'
A love song
[f [ were sure that
I'd be brave
And here's the song
I'd bring to her
I'd sing to her
May I
Be the only one
to say I
Really fell in love
the day I
First set eyes on you
May I
With your
very kind permissin
Tell you that
my one ambition
Is to share a love
affair with you
Here I wait
Do give me my chance
Do tell me my fate
What is your answer
May I
Hold you to my heart
and pray I
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