The Son Of Kong Page #3

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I know that trains are going somewhere

And steamers are sailing the blue

They go, but baby, what do I care?

'Cause none of them's going to you

Poor kid.

- You know, she's got something.

- It certainly isn't the voice.

Voice, who cares? She's got personality.

Somebody'd show her what to do with it.

I hear the steamer whistle crying

Whoo, whoo

It's just an echo when I'm sighing

Whoo, whoo

You ran away and never told me

What for, what for

And now your arms will never hold me

No more, no more

I don't want the train on the track

Don't want the ship on the sea

Why? 'Cause they ain't

bringing you back to me

Poor me

Thank you for your kind reception

of our efforts.

And remember, another big show here

tomorrow night.

Well, if that's your idea

of a pleasant evening, I...

It's interesting, Skipper.

I'll bet you could take a kid like that...

and put her over to the producer

of a musical comedy.

- But not to the captain of a freighter.

- Ha, ha.

Father, is that man coming again tonight?

Yes, he is. Any objection?

Can't I have a friend drop in?

- He isn't a friend.

- Well, he's a white man...

- ...somebody to talk to.

- Somebody to drink with.

That's enough. Shut up now and go to bed.

You can't get away from here. No money.

How you think you can get away

from here? Huh?

Your Dutchman will be here

in a couple of days, won't he?

Dutch magistrate? Ha!

What do you think he'll do for you?

He don't care what happens to you

and your rotten little show.

Not a rotten show.

I was ringmaster in the biggest circus.

Used to play Colombo, Singapore.

Sure, and you was rotten.

Who're you calling... Who are you?

- Rotten captain!

- You lay off me.

Rotten captain, lost ship.

Lost it on purpose, eh?

Tried to get the insurance...

- ...didn't you?

- Shut up.

Poor captain.

Lost ship, lost job.

Lost certificate.

Ah, dry up, you old tramp.

You're a tramp.

No certificate, no job.

You're no better than me.

And you just lay off my liquor, will you?

Give it back.

Father! Father!

Father!

Father, Father, tell me what happened.

Who did it?

Tony.

Tony, come down.

Tony.

Tony, please, come down.

Tony.

Tony.

- Tony.

- You'll never catch a monkey that way.

- Did you ever catch a monkey?

- Did I ever...? Ha, ha.

Lady, you'd be surprised.

They won't come back.

Oh, well, why should they?

Oh, uh...

I saw your show last night.

How'd the monkeys get away?

I had to let them out.

The tent burned.

Where's the man who owns the show?

He's my father.

He was hurt.

He's dead.

Well, what a tough break.

I'm sorry, kid.

My father used to be with World Wide.

- That's the biggest circus in the East.

- Yes, I know. What did you do?

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