Nowhere Boy

Do I ignore you? No.

So please don't ignore me.

I have called you twice.

Ooh!

Ooh!

Eh? Very expensive.

- Really?

- No.

First lesson, front room,

eight o'clock tonight. Don't be late.

# Well, I'm just out of school

I'm real, real cool

# I got the jump, got the jive

Got the message I'm alive

Glasses, John!

Glasses, John!

# I'm gonna keep a-shakin'

I'm gonna keep a-moving, baby

# Don't you cramp my style

I'm a real wild child

# Come on, baby, shake all night long

# Shake until the meat

come off the bone

# Cos I'm a wild one

# Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one

Hey, Tarbuck. Keep out of the chippie,

you fat bastard.

- Lennon, you prick!

- He thinks he's hard.

He couldn't batter a fish!

Yeah!

Marie, my angel face.

Show us your jugs.

Cock off, Lennon!

Or cock out?

# Sugar, now don't be late

# We're gonna move it all night long

# Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one

# I'm gonna keep a-shakin'

Gonna keep a-moving baby

# Don't you cramp my style

I'm a real wild child

# Whoa

You'll be lucky to find a job on the

docks because you're going nowhere.

Here at Quarry Bank generally...

nowhere.

Is "nowhere" full of geniuses, sir?

Because then I probably do belong there.

# But I'm a wild one

Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one

# I'm gonna keep a-shakin'

Gonna keep a-moving, baby

# Don't you cramp my style

I'm a real wild child

# I'm a real wild child

I'm a real wild child

# I'm a real wild child

There we go.

Stand by your beds.

And so, Judgement Day.

- Go on.

- Watch it.

- What?

- You're standing on it.

Come here. Hey!

Hey, mind the walls.

- Got you!

- Mimi!

Mimi, he's hurting me!

It works!

Mimi, it works!

Can we turn it over,

see if something else is on?

No, John,

we do not turn Tchaikovsky over.

We'll slide the cockpit open

to see what's wrong.

Good evening.

It ain't half cold out here.

- What's that?

- It ain't half cold out here.

Hey, hey, come on, cheeky git.

- You'll get me in trouble.

- Yeah, well, you're always in trouble.

- What, with Mimi? Don't be daft.

- She never looks happy.

Ever been married to me?

Right, now, go on, you're missing

your show and I'm missing me pub.

- What's this one?

- Don't touch it!

Ooh, it's the ejector seat.

Come back, where are you?

Uncle George?

- Mimi, we were only mucking about.

- He's just had a fall.

There's nothing to see.

Stop fussing, he'll be right as rain.

- But, Mimi...

- Stay here, we'll be back soon enough.

Mimi?

He's dead.

Please, let's not be silly, hmm?

If you want to do that,

you go to your room.

It's just the two of us now

so let's get on with it, shall we?

God will show us

the path of life.

In His presence is the fullness of joy.

At his right hand,

there is pleasure for evermore.

...brother George.

Give thanks for his life

and comfort one another in our grief.

Fancy Blackpool tomorrow?

Play the arcades, go on some rides.

I don't need looking after, Stan.

I know. I'm just asking

if you want to go to Blackpool.

He was my uncle, too.

Yeah, but he was more than

just an uncle to me, wasn't he?

You saw her, too, right?

The one with the red hair?

Where is she now?

Do you want me to ask Aunt Mimi?

John wants to know where Aunt Julia is.

She was busy, apparently.

Things to do.

You should call her Mum, you know.

The one with the red hair.

John?

- John, have you got your glasses?

- They're in my pocket.

And is your pocket blind?

Now, you will be careful, hmm?

Be careful who you talk to.

It's only Blackpool, Mimi.

I found out where your mum lives.

- You wanted to see her, right?

- Yeah, but...

- We don't have to.

- No, no.

- What bus do we get?

- We don't. We walk.

Are you coming or what?

Blackpool's loss, our gain.

But we love Blackpool,

don't we, girls? Fun, fun, fun!

I knew you were coming, though.

Do you want to know how I knew?

Because I baked a cake!

What do you think? Nice, eh?

Vanilla buns.

- One for you, Julia.

- Thank you.

- One for you, Jackie.

- Thank you.

Hey, steady on.

Ooh, a mouthie! Let's have a look.

Hohner. German.

Boo! Down with the Krauts!

Good at mouthies, though.

Not so good at war.

- Do you mind?

- No.

Your spit's my spit, anyway.

Good lungs on it.

Uncle George gave it me

just before he died.

He'll be missed. He was a good man.

Hmm.

Come on.

# Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

# Make her complexion

like peaches and cream

Kiss me quick!

# Give her two lips

like roses and clover

# And tell me

that my lonesome nights are over

# Sandman, I'm so alone.

# Don't have nobody to call my own

- You big softie.

- # Please turn on your magic beam

# Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

# Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

# Make him the cutest

that I've ever seen

# Give him the word

Let's see ourselves in the mirrors.

What happened to my head?

Whoo!

# Don't have nobody to call my own

# Please turn on your magic beam

Do you hear that?

Hey, give us a light, will you, love?

# Step in my rocket and don't be late

# We're pulling out

about half past eight

# Going round the corner

and get a fifth

# Everybody in my car's

gonna take a little nip

# Move on out,

boozing and cruising along

Do you know what it means, rock'n'roll?

Sex.

# Step in my rocket and don't be late

# Baby, we're pulling out

about half-past eight

# Going round the corner

and get a fifth

# Everybody in my car's

gonna take a little nip

# Move on out,

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