Beaches

Oh, the sun beats down

And burns the tar

up on the roof

And your shoes

get so hot

You wish your tired feet

were fireproof

Under the boardwalk

Down by the sea

On a blanket

with my baby

Is where Ill be

From the park you hear

Happy sounds

from the carousel

You can almost taste

the hot dogs

And French fries they sell

Under the boardwalk

Down by the sea

Yeah

- On a blanket with my baby

- On a blanket with my baby

Is where Ill be

Under the boardwalk

Out of the sun

Under the boardwalk

Well be having some fun

Under the boardwalk

Walk

People walking above

Under the boardwalk

Well be falling in love

- Under the boardwalk

- Under the boardwalk

Boardwalk

- Sound okay, CC?

- All right.

- How was that tempo?

- Pretty good.

You sound pretty good.

Thank you.

Now, if the strings and horns

would only come here, right?

I know. It's like

the Claude Rains Orchestra.

Message for you, CC.

I gotta talk

to that contractor.

Diana.

Diana, get my bag.

CC. CC?

- What about rehearsal, CC?

- Diana, get me my bag

and my coat.

- CC, what's wrong?

- Brett.

- Brett, Ive got to go to the airport.

- Yes, ma'am. Right away.

Now.

Are you sure you don't want me to

take you up to the gate, Ms. Bloom?

No, no, no, I'm fine.

Just tell Diana

Ill call her when I get there.

We tried everything to get you a flight

out tonight, Miss Bloom...

but it's impossible. There are no

planes landing in San Francisco.

- There's a fog.

- What do you mean, there are

no flights landing in San Francisco?

- Is this the modern world or what?

- That's right, but even

in the modern world...

planes don't land in

San Francisco when it's foggy.

Uh, Linda, why dont you check about

the status of the fog lifting?

- I checked five minutes ago.

- Fogs lift. Please check again.

I think it would be nice.

Miss Bloom would like

for us to make that call.

They said they would call me

when the fog lifted.

You call them.

Get--

The car's right over here.

The keys are in it.

Here's your map

and your contract.

I checked the wipers.

They're all right.

-It's raining all the way

up l-5, so be careful.

- Okay. Thanks.

I'm a big fan, CC.

Oh, when the sun

beats down

And burns the tar

up on the roof

And your shoes get so hot

you wish your tired feet

- Were fireproof

- Best hot dogs in Atlantic City.

Under the boardwalk

Down by the sea

On a blanket

with my baby

That's where Ill be

Don't tell me.

You're lost.

I must see a hundred cases

like you every day.

- You want a drag?

- ''A drag''?

You know, a drag

on my cigarette.

itll calm your nerves.

I just want to get back

to our hotel...

but I can't remember

the name.

- Big or small?

- Big.

- Ritzy or cheap?

- I guess it's ritzy.

Does it have a fountain

in front, a pool inside...

- and a bunch of fruits in monkey suits

playing violins in the lobby?

- Yes !

Bet your ass it's ritzy.

- It's the Marlboro Blenheim.

- That's it !

Do you know where it is?

Yeah, Ill walk you back

if you want.

Oh, yes.

Please.

Just let me put on my shoes.

Where the hell are they?

What's your name?

What's my name?

I am none other than the fantastic,

world-famous...

child wonder...

CC Bloom !

Ta-da !

Hi, Im Hillary Whitney.

Dont you recognize me?

No.

I do a couple of routines in the

Sammy Pinkers Kiddie Show.

- The what?

- Holy mackerel, kid !

What planet

do you live on?

The Sammy Pinkers Show just happens

to be the most popular show

in Atlantic City.

And Im the most popular act

in it...

along with Iris Myandowski,

the hand-walking queer.

- Do you want a puff?

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