Here Comes the Groom Page #3

Lots of sleep helps to keep it aglow.

- Pete, en frangais!

- En frangais.

- English!

- Thank you.

You don't have to run

From the landlords

Though you haven't got a sou

Here you can live

Like the princes and lords

And your address is

Rue de la you, you...

- Me'?

- Our'.

Take your ears

Now, they're the doorway

I got gates.

Where the songs of the birds

Come to call

Now, you've heard about your house

Your own little house

But here comes the best part of all

You can hang the dreams you want

As pictures on the wall

Lunch! Well, there they go!

Andre broke in front, Pierre in second,

here comes Marcel way in third!

Whoa, Marcel!

Let her go, boy! Go, boys!

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

Tell 'em I'll be there

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

Better save a chair

There you are, huh?

You know, that's the fifth set

of parents you've turned down.

What's the matter?

Don't you want any folks?

I have got folks. You are my folks.

Aren't you, Pete?

Oh, boy.

Aren't you, Pete?

I warned you about this.

I told you time after time,

I couldn't stay here forever.

You are leaving, Pete?

A man's got a job, he's got a job,

hasn't he?

Don't you have any idea

of what's going on in the Far East?

My boss needs me, George Degnan.

Raised me from a pup.

Everything I know, good, bad,

or indifferent, old George taught me.

The first time I saw him,

I wasn't bigger than you.

I didn't have any father,

so I just sort of latched onto George.

Can't throw a guy like that

out the window when he needs you.

And he needs me, see?

Besides, you and me,

we're better than folks, we're friends.

Just like I got friends in Brazil

and Alaska. You're my Paris friend.

Goodbye, Mr. Garvey.

Goodbye, Mr. Dulac...

- Goodbye, Suzi.

- Tais-toi! Shake hands.

Hey.

Don't we always leave them singing?

Sure, Pete, sure.

We always leave them singing.

- In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

- In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

- Tell 'em I'll be there

- Tell 'em I'll be there

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening

Better save a chair

When the party's getting a glow on

And singing fills the air

In the shank of the night when the...

What've we got...?

Oh, Miss Emmadel Jones.

Nice timing.

A record?

Hello, Mr. Garvey.

Remember me?

- Is the voice familiar?

- Let me see...

- No?

- Don't tell me now...

Why don't you relax

and light your pipe?

Maybe it'll come back to you.

- I can almost see you now.

- My name is Jones. Emmadel Jones.

- The girl you left behind you.

- Hello, Emmy.

Way behind you.

You'll forgive this

unmaidenly intrusion

into the male privacy

of your bachelor room,

but! think you're old enough now

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