With a Song in My Heart Page #4

% If I seem rather gay%

% Little girls, they say%

% Are made of sugar%

% And spice%

% I'm the type

that good time Charlies%

% And stage door Johnnies pursue%

% I'm the toast of the town%

% But I hope to settle down%

% With someone%

% Maybe you%

% If you're after love and laughter

while you're young and free%

- % Come along with me%

- % With her%

- % Come along and see%

- % Yes, sir%

% Delmonico's, jolly shows

fancy clothes, belles and beaus%

% Broke or millionaires%

% Who cares%

% On the gay white way%

% Invite your girlie

to the gay white way%

% It's always early

for the lights are glowing%

% Wine is flowing%

% They do a lot of Romeoing%

% On the gay white way%

% It's so exciting

that the night turns to day%

% And every little miss

likes a little mischief%

[Men]

% On the gay, gay, gay, gay, gay white way%

% It's so exciting

that the night turns to day%

% And every little miss

wants a little bliss%

% Needs a little kiss

Loves a little mischief%

% On the gay%

% White%

% Way% %

% % [Jane Singing Over Record]

[Don Narrating]

After Hollywood, it was New York again.

And for the next few years, more records,

more air shows, more nightclubs.

All bigger and better than ever.

As she continued

to skyrocket to fame...

I went on

beating my brains out...

trying to write what is called,

for want of a better word, "music. '"

% % [Piano]

% % [Discordant Notes]

Don, why did you do that?

Oh, you're back.

Because it's no good, that's why.

Oh, you're crazy. It is good. It's wonderful.

I told you that when you first started it.

Listen, don't kid me. I'm the guy

that wrote it, and I tell you it's no good.

- It'll never be any good!

- Now, don't be silly.

Come back here and play it.

Will you stop trying to give me

that old build-up stuff.

And for heaven's sake,

stop feeling sorry for me.

Nobody's feeling sorry for you. I'm just trying

to get you to stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Now, come on. Stop acting like

a two-year-old and play it.

Why is it you can sell me,

sell everybody, but not yourself?

If you want to hear it, okay,

but no riddles, please.

- Play it.

- % % [Piano]

% There's only one kind of lovin'%

% One kind of kissin'%

% The right kind%

% The right kind%

% There's only one kind of lovin'%

% That I've been missin'%

% The right kind%

% I'm tired of too many guys%

% With casual eyes%

% I know their lines from "A" to "Z"%

% I want a man%

% Who is no also-ran%

% Baby, where can you be%

% There's only one kind of heaven%

% Breakfast at 7:00%

% The right kind%

% The right kind%

% There's only one kind of livin'%

% Worth all the givin'%

% The right kind%

% I got the word from my heart%

% I heard from my heart%

% And we both agree%

% There's only one kind of lovin'%

% The right kind of lovin'%

% Your kind of lovin' for me%

% Ooh%

% The right kind%

% Ooh%

% The right kind%

% I want a man%

% Who is no also-ran%

% Baby%

% Where can you be%

% Ooh%

% Baby%

% Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh%

% Love me%

% I'll find him somehow%

% But, baby%

% As of now%

% There's only one kind of lovin'%

% The right kind of lovin'%

% No other lovin' I can see%

% 'Cause your kind of lovin'%

% That's for me% %

- See, what did I tell you?

- You didn't tell me a thing I didn't already know.

- I told you it wasn't any good.

- But I thought it went wonderfully.

- You heard the applause.

- Sure, they applauded. But not my song... you.

Oh, for heaven sakes.

Of course they applauded your song.

You could sing a nursery rhyme

and they'd applaud. Now I'm really cooked.

- But, Don...

- I can just hear 'em now.

"What's Froman trying to do,

make a songwriter out of her husband?

Can't he find anybody else

to sing his tripe?"

I'm sorry.

I was only trying to help.

Sure, you were trying to help, but don't you see

what you're really doing is killing me.

[Knocking]

- Yes? Thank you.

- Thank you, Joe.

Yes, Miss Froman.

Look, Don. If you really feel

that way about it...

why don't you stop

trying to write songs?

Try something else for a while.

Nobody could write anything

good feeling the way you do.

I thought it would get around to that.

Maybe I should get out of show business.

- I didn't mean that. You know I didn't.

- Okay, what did you mean?

You should stop worrying about me and what I do

for a while and think about your own career.

What career... vaudeville that

doesn't exist anymore?

There are plenty of jobs a man

with your experience can do.

I suppose you call

managing you nothing.

Of course it's something.

It's terribly important.

- But if it's going to make you

unhappy and jealous...

- Jealous?

Well, that's a new one.

You seem to have forgotten...

that the first time I saw you

you didn't even know how to take a bow.

But, brother, you learned that

one fast enough.

What's the use? It always ends up

in the same old argument.

As you say, what's the use?

Don.

I know it isn't easy for you.

It isn't easy for any man being married

to a woman in the spotlight.

- Why don't I give it up?

- [Closes Door]

- Are you crazy?

- If it's going to spoil our marriage, it isn't worth it.

Not to me anyhow.

We don't need a lot of money

and a big house.

Let's start all over again.

Concentrate on you for a change.

No, thanks. Nobody's gonna make that kind

of a sacrifice for me. Good night.

- Where are you going?

- Out.

- Aren't you gonna take me home?

- Maybe, maybe not. Who can tell?

% % [Jane Singing Over Radio]

- Double bourbon.

- Yes, sir.

[Laughing]

Well, well.

- Hello, Harry.

- How are ya, boy?

- Sit down. You need a drink.

- You said it.

- Fill her up, Clarence.

- Yes, sir.

- Some voice, huh?

- The best.

Listen. Answer me just

one question, will ya?

But first, I wanna

get this outta the way.

I don't mind taking

a sock on the nose...

but I don't want anybody

crowning me with one of these.

What I wanna know is...

Now I'm not saying you're not

a good Joe and an eager beaver...

but honestly now,

romantically speaking...

what did a dame like

Jane Froman ever see in you?

Lay off, will you?

You're drunk.

Sure I'm drunk.

Tomorrow I'm gonna hate myself.

But tonight I still want

to know why a dame...

that's on top of the world

ever married a guy like you.

- Answer me that.

- Did it ever occur to you that

she might be in love with me?

Well, now that you ask me,

frankly, no.

- Beat it, will you?

- Oh, now...

- Beat it!

- No hard feelings, pal.

I just like to know these things.

Well, see ya around.

% % [Singing Continues]

- Fill it up.

- Okay, sir.

[Don Narrating]Jane and I patched

that one up, of course. We always did.

But something had happened

to us... to our marriage.

Things had been said that

neither of us would ever forget.

And now it was Sunday. I'd had

to go out of town for the weekend.

It was the maid's day off,

and Jane was in the house alone.

With the temperature hovering

just above zero...

naturally, the furnace wasn't going to let

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