Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story Page #4

You know, she catches you

running around town...

...getting into all kinds of strange.

This is racially insensitive.

And she says, "Son, get your lazy,

two-timing, Negro ass up out of here."

- And you say to her:

- What's he doing? You see that?

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love, love

- Is he playing "Negro Man"?

- He is playing "Negro Man."

He's playing "Negro Man."

From early in the morning

Till late at night

You know I love your apples

Let me take a bite

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love, love, love, love, love

Your Negro man

Yeah, come on, Dewey.

I know I treat you wrong

And that ain't right

Let me put it on you, mama

And you'll feel all right

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love, love, love, love, love

Your Negro man

Now, that's what I call

winning over an audience.

Go, Dewey, go.

I like what you did out there tonight.

Have you ever made a recording?

Oh, Mr. L'Chaim, Mr. Mazeltov,

that's been my dream.

He's not the one you want.

I'm the one you want.

- I think he's the one we want.

- He's got a nice thing.

He's not bad with the singing and the

playing and the shaking of the tochis.

I think you've got what it takes

to make it in the big time.

The big time?

When the moon hits your eye

Like a big pizza pie

That's amore

When the world seems to shine

What the hell is this?

Pizza pie. What's in a pizza pie?

Bells will ring

Ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling

And you'll sing "Vita bella"

Hearts will play

Tippy-tippy-tay

Please, I can't anymore.

That's what I was gonna say.

- That's amore

- Amore

That is amore

All right. Hold, please. Stop that.

Stop your singing!

Stop your singing this instant,

young man!

I will not have this in my studio!

That's just a terrible, terrible...

...terrible, terrible "That's Amore."

Maybe it was a wrong song choice?

If you just let me play one of my songs,

I think you'll like it a whole lot better.

You have failed conclusively.

It's over.

And there is nothing

that you can do...

...here in this room

that can turn that around.

Nothing you can do that can make up

for what you did to "That's Amore."

- Well, my mother liked it a whole lot.

- Your mother was wrong.

I was willing to open my mind...

...because these Jewish gentlemen

brought you in here.

They usually have good taste.

And now here you are in front of me

pretending you can sing.

And I have to say that today...

...your performance has shaken

my belief in the Jewish people.

Well, there's nothing

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