Pot o' Gold Page #5

Very funny.

I wish it'd been you who threw that

tomato. I'd have put a rock in it.

You would, would you? Well...

Proceed with the case, judge.

I'm here.

Where's the man that assaulted me?

I'll conduct this case without any

advice from you. That's telling him.

Move along.

In you go.

All right, take it away, Eddie.

I bring a charge against the hoodlum.

Before I give evidence, he's allowed

to walk out right under your nose.

First, he wasn't under my nose.

Second, he was released on bail.

Third, you're in contempt of court.

I sentence you to 25 days or 25.

That ain't enough, Mike.

Quiet.

This is an outrage, a travesty

of justice. 50 dollars or 50 days.

What? Make up your mind. It's worth

50 to tell you what I think.

Is it worth 100? All right.

But you wait until the next election.

You wait until... I'm waiting.

Until... Your Honour, it appears

that I haven't any money with me.

Take him away, bailiff.

You can't do this to me!

You can't do this to me!

# As he sang

# In the evening

# By the moonlight. #

What about

Johnny Toots His Horn?

We don't want that.

We want something to pick us up.

Johnny Toots His Horn. What did

you say? Johnny Toots His Horn.

Do you know it? Yeah. Let's see.

# You gotta get up, you gotta get up,

You're in the army now

# Johnny blows the bugle

Knows the call from A to Z

# But he's always at his best

When blowing reveille

# Mmm-mmmmmmm

# When Johnny toots his horn

# Disturbing the peace at break

of the dawn. You gotta get up

# You're in the army now

# Before your eyes are open

You're dressing on the run

# Standing at attention with the

sergeant's hat and corporal's gun

# Oh, Johnny blows and blows

He toot-toots you into your clothes

# Then makes you rue the day

that you were born Day you were born

# There's nothing anyone can do

# The captain has to make it through

# You've gotta get up

When Johnny toots his horn

TAPPING:

# La la-la la la

# He toots you out of slumber

He toots you out of bed

# He toots you into line, then he

goes somewhere and hangs his head

# But still he blows

and blows and blows,

blows and blows, blows and blows

# Blows and blows and blows,

yeah, yeah

# He wakes you with his crazy tune

Goes to bed and sleeps till noon

# You've gotta get up

When Johnny toots his horn

# He stands behind the barricade

And plays his morning serenade

# The private gets up

The corporal gets up The sergeant gets up

# The captain gets up

The major gets up The colonel gets up

# The general gets up

The army gets up You gotta get up

# When Johnny toots his horn

# When Johnny toots his horn. #

Music? Even in jail I hear music.

You'll get used to it.

Let me down. Take your hands

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