Girl Crazy

Where to, Mr. Churchill?

Some large, bright, gay place

with hundreds of beautiful girls.

- Some large, bright, gay place.

- With hundreds of beautiful girls.

Yes, sirree.

Isn't that a coincidence,

on the right there?

- Thank you, Jeeves. Thank you, Jives.

- Mr. Churchill, hold it, please.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Here we go.

- Evening, Mr. Churchill.

Good evening, Marcus.

Why, Mr. Churchill,

you're quite a stranger.

Not to the people that know me.

Girls?

Good evening. Hello, fellows.

- Hi, hey.

- How are you?

- Why, Mr. Churchill.

- Thomas.

- We certainly have missed you.

- Well, thank you.

You couldn't have picked

a better night.

- Really? Why?

- Tommy Dorsey's opening.

- Hiya, Tom.

- Hello, Dan.

I've always been considered

Quite a delicate child

Watched over by a governess

And nurse

To say I've led a sheltered life

Is putting it mild

I promise you it couldn't be much worse

Mother always called me

Her hothouse rose

And all the dates I had

Were with hothouse beaus

But now that I am old enough

To cast a few votes

I'm going out and sow a few oats

So

Treat me rough, muss my hair

Don't you dare to handle me with care

I'm no innocent child, baby

Keep on treating me wild

Treat me rough

Pinch my cheek

Kiss and hug and squeeze me

Till I'm weak

I've been pampered enough, baby

Keep on treating me rough

Treat me rough, muss my hair

Don't you dare to handle me with care

- I'm no innocent child

- No innocent child

Keep on treating me wild

Treat me rough

Pinch my cheek

Kiss and hug and squeeze me

Till I'm weak

- I've been pampered enough

- I've been pampered enough

Baby, keep on treating me rough

Can't get enough

Treat me rough

No one can

Don't you dare to handle me with care

I'm no innocent child, baby

Keep on treating me wild

Treat me rough

Pinch my cheek

Kiss and hug and squeeze me

Till I'm weak

I've been pampered enough, baby

Keep on treating me rough

When I was born

They found a silver spoon in my mouth

I had a barber just to curl my hair

If winter came

The mater carried me to the south

The point is that I had the best of care

Women and headwaiters fawned on me

Life was just a bore till it dawned on me

That if I'd ever want to be a man

Amongst men

I'd have to be manhandled now and then

So treat me rough

Muss my hair

Don't you dare to handle me with care

I'm no innocent child, baby

Keep on treating me wild

Treat me rough, pinch my cheeks

Kiss and hug and squeeze me

Until I'm weak

I've been pampered enough, baby

Keep on treating me rough

Danny Churchill.

Silly, isn't it, Dad?

- Son.

- Yes, sir?

You're living in a world

of weekend whimsy...

...and growing up to be

a rich man's son.

Surely you don't believe what's

printed in the papers?

"Publisher's son is crowned king.

Danny Jr. "

"Publisher's son stops show. "

Why, it's incredible.

Dad, you know how reporters

like to exaggerate.

Any mention of Danny Jr. Winning

academic honors at Yale?

- No. Or even a spelling bee?

- No.

The next thing you know,

you'll be sponsoring a beauty contest.

- It isn't really that bad.

- Now look, Danny.

None of this stuff is actually bad.

But if it keeps on,

you'll get to be known as a character.

The first thing you know...

...why, you start living up

to the write-ups and that is bad.

And we're not going to let

that happen, are we?

You're right. I'm sorry, Dad.

I'll leave for New Haven today.

No, Danny, you're not going back

to New Haven.

No, you're going to Cody.

Cody? What's that?

Cody College of Mines and Agriculture.

It's out West.

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