An American Tail: Fievel Goes West Page #3

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Toodle- oo!

[Growling] Hello.

[Yelling]

[Train Whistle]

[Tiger]

Oh, no, not again.

[Barking, Growling]

Dogfish.

[Train Whistle]

Way out West, way out West,

way out West, way out West.

[Train]

Way out West, way out West.

[Fievel]

Are we out West yet?

WestJersey,

maybe.

# Life in New York City

it's full of dread and fuss #

# Our dreams are waiting west

there's room for all of us #

#The streets are paved nuggets

all of purest gold #

# Soon we'll be millionaires... #

# Boy, have I been told #

[Train Whistle]

# No garbage and no landlord

foulin' up the air #

# No crooks or politicians

to strip our cupboards bare #

# We'll ride roaring rivers

Turn wilderness to towns #

# Our dreams will take us up

and never let us down #

# Way out West

there's room for dreamin'#

# There's wide open spaces

to see #

# Way out West

the sun's always beamin'#

# We'll be everything

we can be #

#The nights are filled with

dancing lasting 'til the day #

# Days are filled with singing

Work is just like play #

#We'll banjo, fiddle

We'll guitar, spoon #

# Everywhere we go out there

we'll play this rousing tune #

# 'Cause way out West

we'll build a new nation #

# We'll grow all the way

to the sky #

# Way out West

there's all of creation #

# We'll do and we'll never

say die, yeehaw #

# Way out West

we'll build a new nation #

# We'll go all the way

to the sky #

# Way out West

there's all of creation #

#We'll do

and we'll never say die #

Way out West, way out West,

way out West, way out West.

[Whimpering]

- Ahh, shut up.

- [Yelling]

Mother always wanted me

to be on the stage.

Excuse me, sir.

Mr. Cowboy.

You wouldn't be going

to Green River, would you?

[Growling]

[Tiger Groaning]

[Train Whistle]

[Mooing]

I know you.

You sold us the tickets.

Hi, my name is Fievel Mousekewitz.

[Gasping]

Heh-heh-heh-heh!

I win again, fathead.

[Male] I say you cheatin'.

You plays your last hand, Chula.

I don't think so.

I got seven more, dog chow.

Why, you dirty, rotten,

low-down, double dealing...

I don't get it, boss. How come

we're not munching those mice?

Oui. "Zees" fraternity "wiz" mice

does run counter to nature.

Which would you rather have,

the crouton or the salad?

Of course

we will eat the mice,

but only after we have

exploited their labors.

[Cat R. Waul]

We are nice to the mice...

because it is intelligent

to be so.

If we talk sweetly,

they will come in droves.

If we hiss, they will run

and we will have to chase them,

an unnecessary expenditure

of calories.

So when do we take

the big bite, boss?

When do we get to eat them?

When, when, when?

When my empire at Green River

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