Crooklyn

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# Trash men didn't

get my trash today #

# Oh, why

Because they want more pay #

# Buses on strike

Wanna raise the fare #

- On your mark, get set, go!

- # So they can help pollute the air #

# But that's what makes

the world go 'round #

# The ups and downs, a carousel #

I'm beatin' you.

# Changing people's heads

all around #

# Changing people's heads

all around #

# Go underground

young man #

# People make

the world go 'round #

[Indistinct Chatter]

# Wall Street losin' dough

on every share #

# They're blaming it #

# On longer hair #

# Big men smokin'

in their easy chair #

# On a fat cigar

without a care #

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty,

fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety...

# But that's what makes

the world go 'round #

# The ups and downs

a carousel #

# Changing people's heads

all around #

# Go underground

young man #

# People make

the world go 'round #

Grandma, Grandma,

sick in bed.

She called the doctor

and the doctor said.

Let's get the rhythm of her head.

Ding-dong.

Let's get the rhythm

of the hands.

Let's get the rhythm

of the feet.

[Indistinct Shouting]

[Cheering]

The odd finger is it.

# But that's what makes

the world go 'round #

# The up and downs

a carousel #

- Yeah.

- # Changing people's heads all around #

# Go underground

young man #

# People make

the world go 'round #

# People make the world

go 'round #

[Indistinct]

# People make

the world go 'round #

[Boy]

Wow! Look at that one!

# People make

the world go 'round #

Red light, green light,

one, two, three.

- You!

- # People make the world go 'round ##

Top of the innin'. Billy Bruton is up.

My man Bruton.

Home run.

One-ten, even.

Home run! It's outta there!

Outta the park!

- You're cheatin'.

- I'm not. One, ten.

[Indistinct Chatter]

- You ain't showed me the cards.

- Just look at it.

[Speaking Italian]

- [Hinges Squeaking]

- Hey, number three!

Hey, mister number three!

I told you. I run a respectable

roomin' house over here.

And you ain't paid your rent

in two months. What gives, huh?

[Speaking Spanish]

I pay, okay?

[Speaks Spanish] I pay!

- No mas. Basta.

- Hey, "son a bitcha!"

[Indistinct Chatter]

[Boy]

That's a disgrace!

[Chatter Continues]

Shut up.

Come on, Troy the boy.

Hit it, Troy the boy. Ha!

You ain't hit nothin'!

Look at that!

You hit air!

- [Grunts]

- [Grunts]

- Whoops.

- [Glass Crashing]

- I told you so!

- Lucky shot.

[Blowing Horn]

Dinner!

Aw, Daddy! Man!

- Dang! Dang!

- Clinton, Wendell.

Come on. And bring Joseph.

- Dad, I'm in the bottom

of the ninth. Why can't l...

- I don't wanna hear it.

[Dad] I'm tired

of that Strat-o-Matic.

I told you bring your brother

in the house now.

- I was in the lead.

He just hit a home run.

- So what?

This thing hurts.

Go tell Clinton and Wendell

to come and eat.

Clinton, Wendell!

Time to eat!

I could've done that.

[Kids Chattering]

Woody, that's enough sugar.

- Oh, everybody, let's eat.

- Clinton, stop touching

the black-eyed peas.

- Can I have a piece of lemon, Daddy?

- Mmmm.

- Here. Can't get no better.

- Come on.

- Here you go, baby.

- Black-eyed peas are nasty.

[Woody]

Come on, now, and let's bow our heads.

Joseph, take your elbows

off the table.

- Mommy, Clinton's sittin' in my chair.

- Clinton, let's go.

- Let's eat already.

- Yeah, the food's getting cold.

- Be quiet. Move, move.

- I'm not really hungry.

Come on, Boogie.

Don't be like that.

- The food's getting cold.

- Be quiet!

- I'm not hungry.

- All right, everybody,

let's bow our heads.

Gracious Lord, we thank you

for this food. Amen.

- [Kids Chattering]

- [Mother] Heavenly Father!

We thank thee for the food

we're about to receive...

for the nourishment

of our bodies for Christ's sake. Amen.

[All]

Amen.

- Pass the butter.

- Looks good.

- [Mom] Pass the salt.

- Elbow!

- ## [Music Playing]

- Shucks, now. Every time

we sit down to eat, there he go.

I just want some white meat, Daddy.

And a little more potatoes.

[Clinton]

That's all he ever eats.

[Mom] He eatin' vegetables tonight.

Quit bitin' your nails.

Daddy, my peas are

touching my chicken.

- You baby! Just move it over.

- That'll do.

[Chattering]

Get outta here,

you Possoms!

- Mashed potatoes!

Fresh-squeezed lemonade!

- String beans!

Oh, look what they got with

that chicken! Oooh! What's she doin'?

- [Kids Complaining]

- And stay out!

[Clinton]

Possoms should go eat their own dinner.

That was rude, little girl.

Wendell! Please close your mouth

when you chew!

- Why can't I eat in peace?

- 'Cause you're disturbin' the peace.

You eat like a pig.

You chew like a cow. [Grunting]

Come on, Gem. It's a compliment

to your good cooking.

Compliment, my butt.

That boy's just plain greedy.

- I'm done.

- You didn't eat nothin'.

Yes, I did. I ate three peas.

- Mom, I'm full too.

- See? Your eyes are

bigger than your stomach.

- May I please be excused?

- No, you may not.

You're gonna sit there 'til you eat

every black-eyed pea on your plate.

When I come home tonight,

I want this kitchen clean.

- Dang!

- See what you started, Nate?

Shoot. I hate black-eyed peas.

- [Wendell] Here we go.

- Yeah, that's right.

- More lemonade, please.

- There is no reason why

your father and I...

should have to run around here

cleaning up after you shiftless negroes.

- Daddy likes to clean up.

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