Cry Baby Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Cry Baby Script


  

                   

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a- do-wat a-do-wat do-wat  



 

                   

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  Shoobee doobee-wah

do-wat be-bobbee bobbee  



 

                   

  Shoobee doobee-wah

do-wat be-bobbee bobbee  



 

                   

  Shoobee doobee-wah

do-wat be-bobbee bobbee  



 

                   

  Cry baby, cry baby,

cry baby  



 

                   

  My cry baby, uh-oh  



 

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



 

                   

  Uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Cryin' all the time  



  

                   

  Cry baby  



  

                   

  Cry baby  



  

                   

  My cry baby, uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Cryin' all the time  



  

                   

  All the time  



  

                   

  Oh, when the raindrops

start to fall  



  

                   

  Tears fall from my eyes  



  

                   

  Then my heart

starts to call  



  

                   

  Don't you realize?  



  

                   

  Oh, realize  



  

                   

  My cry baby, uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Cryin' all the time  



  

                   

  Oh, when a bad boy

looks at me  



  

                   

  Everybody knows  



  

                   

  Ooh, ouch,

my blood turns hot  



  

                   

  Right down to my toes  



  

                   

  A- to my toes  



  

                   

  Do-wat a-do-wat

a- do-wat a-do-wat do-wat  



  

                   

  Do-wat a-do-wat

a- do-wat a-do-wat do-wat  



  

                   

  Shoobee doobee-wah

do-wat be-bobbee bobbee  



  

                   

  Shoobee doobee-wah

do-wat be-bobbee bobbee  



  

                   

  Shoobee doobee-wah

do-wat be-bobbee bobbee  



  

                   

  Cry baby, cry baby,

cry baby  



  

                   

  My cry baby, uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Cryin' all the time  



  

                   

  All the time  



  

                   

  Oh, when they tell me

he's no good  



  

                   

  Oh, what do they know?  



  

                   

  What's bad to them

is good to me  



  

                   

  He sure makes me glow  



  

                   

  He makes me glow  



  

                   

  My cry baby, uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Cryin' all the time  



  

                   

  When the raindrops

start to fall  



  

                   

  Tears fall from my eyes  



  

                   

  Then my heart

starts to call  



  

                   

  Don't you realize?  



  

                   

  Oh, realize  



  

                   

  My cry baby, uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Uh-oh  



  

                   

  Is such a cry baby  



  

                   

  Cryin' all the time  



  

                   

  Time  



  

                   

  Time  



  

                   

  You big old cry baby   



  

                   

Get your cigarettes.

Penny a piece.



  

                   

Six for a nickel.



  

                   

Ah, you owe me

from yesterday,

young man.



  

                   

Please, look, look,

I'll pay you tomorrow.



  

                   

Wouldn't you

like to have one?



  

                   

Oh, come on, just a drag.



  

                   

Just a drag!



  

                   

No cash, no tobacco.

Go on, scram.



  

                   

Hey, Mona!



  

                   

Get over here

and help your poor mother.



  

                   

Hi, kids.



  

                   

Remember, always look

both ways before crossing.



  

                   

Mother!



  

                   

We're having your favorite

supper tonight, Wanda.



  

                   

Potatoes au gratin.



  

                   

Mmm.



  

                   

Now walk.



  

                   

Look left, look right.



  

                   

That's right, then walk.

Good teenagers.



  

                   

Are you gonna work

this summer?



  

                   

Wanda, honey.



  

                   

You want a ride

home with Dad?



  

                   

I got a lift. Thanks, anyway.



  

                   

We could count

out-of-state license plates.



  

                   

I saw one this morning

all the way up from Virginia.



  

                   

Dad, would you

just leave me alone?



  

                   

Bye, honey.



  

                   

  O look, daddy,

you're so cool  



  

                   

  But I can't break

my momma's rules  



  

                   

  She would have to see

what's in your family tree  



   

                   

  Before she would let you

come home just for me  



   

                   

  Oh, you thinking

about marriage  



   

                   

  Now and then  



   

                   

  Oh, you goin'

pretty steady  



   

                   

  Now and then  



   

                   

I am so tired

of being good.



   

                   

  Well, I think I'm ready  



   

                   

  This is what you need  



   

                   

  Do you have plenty money?  



   

                   

  Yes, I do  



   

                   

  Tell me,

is it all in cash?  



   

                   

  Just for you  



   

                   

  Will you give me

all your lovin'?  



   

                   

  If you're true  



   

                   

  Then I will love you

long as well  



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

Well.



   

                   

You're a pretty

little Square.



   

                   

Want to hang out

with us Drapes tonight?



   

                   

Allison Vernon-Williams,

get in this car.



   

                   

What's the trouble,

honey?



   

                   

These hoodlums

bothering you?



   

                   

No, no,

we were just talking.



   

                   

Grandmother, Baldwin,

this is Wade Walker.



   

                   

They call me Cry-Baby.



   

                   

This here is

my sister, Pepper.



   

                   

Greetings, Granny-o.



   

                   

Allison's my girl,

so hands off, Cry-Baby.



   

                   

You could have

fooled me, Square.



   

                   

Mrs. Vernon-Williams, I hear

you're having a talent show



   

                   

at your charm school today.



   

                   

I can barely imagine

what you would call music.



   

                   

I can sing pretty good.



   

                   

"Well," not "good."



   

                   

Haven't you ever heard

of the English language?



   

                   

Don't go flip out,

mama.



   

                   

Yeah.

Sometimes shook-up old ladies



   

                   

get cut.



   

                   

Come on, honey.



   

                   

They're just bums.



   

                   

Mr. Puniverse

wants a fat lip.



   

                   

I'd like to hear you sing.



   

                   

I will say this once

and once only.



   

                   

Stay away from

my granddaughter,



   

                   

you common

juvenile delinquents.



   

                   

It was nice

talking to you all.



   

                   

  Just you and me  



   

                   

  Go see our father  



   

                   

  Just you and me  



   

                   

  Tell our sisters

and our brothers  



   

                   

  Just you and me  



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

  That you're going to

marry me   



   

                   

The prettiest and most

talented girl in school



   

                   

and yet she socializes

with Drapes.



   

                   

We're Squares, Allison,

and Squares

got to stick together.



   

                   

Yeah, but Drapes

are people, too.



   

                   

They just look different.



   

                   

Maybe Cry-Baby can sing.



   

                   

Something cool,

something hep.



   

                   

And where did you learn

those vulgar jazz words?



   

                   

Your poor dead parents would

turn over in their graves.



   

                   

It's those jukebox records

she listens to.



   

                   

Honey, his kind of music

isn't even on the Hit Parade.



   

                   

How can I think when

you're always touching me?



   

                   

I have told you, Baldwin,



   

                   

a young lady does not

like to be pawed.



   

                   

  The woman want a Cadillac

she don't want no man  



   

                   

  I used to have a woman,

said she loved me so  



   

                   

  I used to have a woman,

said she loved me so  



   

                   

I think Cry-Baby's

got a girlfriend.



   

                   

Cry-Baby and

Allison sitting in a tree



   

                   

K- l-S-S-l-N-G.



   

                   

Shut up, Milton.



   

                   

Hey, Hatchet-Face,

you think Cry-Baby's

got blue balls for the chick?



   

                   

Allison's a Square, Wanda.

Cry-Baby don't dig Squares.



   

                   

No, she's a "Scrape."

Part Square, part Drape.



   

                   

I think she's pretty.



   

                   

Cry-Baby,

want some hooch?



   

                   

I don't drink

and drive.



   

                   

  Mess around with me  



   

                   

  Turn back, baby  



   

                   

  Mess around with me  



   

                   

You're too young to

know the shameful truth



   

                   

about the Walker

boy's family.



   

                   

But let me warn you,



   

                   

evil is in his blood.



   

                   

  Love that girl  



   

                   

  Oh, please  



   

                   

  Listen to me  



   

                   

Move up, now.



   

                   

That's not funny.



   

                   

  Why I love that girl  



   

                   

  Love that girl  



   

                   

  Hold me, baby, squeeze me  



   

                   

  Never let me go  



   

                   

  I'm not takin' chances  



   

                   

You're a dead man, Walker.



   

                   

  Oh, Gee,  



   

                   

  Yes, I love her   



   

                   

Car! Car!



   

                   

Good afternoon,

ladies and gentlemen



   

                   

and welcome to the annual

RSVP Talent Show.



   

                   

Good afternoon,

Mrs. Vernon-Williams.



   

                   

First, I must apologize

for my frazzled nerves.



   

                   

However, this afternoon

we were attacked



   

                   

by a gang of

juvenile delinquents.



   

                   

It's all right.

No one was injured.



   

                   

Juvenile delinquents

are everywhere.



   

                   

Right here in this community.



   

                   

Boys with long hair

and tattoos



   

                   

who spit on the sidewalk.



   

                   

Can't believe it.



   

                   

How disgusting.



   

                   

Giris who wear tight slacks.



   

                   

Hysterectomy pants,

I call them.



   

                   

And if one of these creatures



   

                   

ever approach you

on the street,



   

                   

you are to silently

repeat to yourself



   

                   

the four "B's"

you learned here at RSVP.



   

                   

And what are they,

children, the four "B's"?



   

                   

Beauty, brains,



   

                   

breeding, bounty!



   

                   

Yes! Yes!



   

                   

Teenagers everywhere,

repent!



   

                   

Let Jesus Christ

be your gang leader!



   

                   

Get out of Turkey Point

before it's too late.



   

                   

Oh, take it easy,

honey.



   

                   

I'm not getting any

younger here, you know.



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

That is what I call

a real great shape.



   

                   

Knockers up,

sweetheart.



   

                   

Oh. Here it is!

Beautiful.



   

                   

All right,

here you go, honey pot.



   

                   

Thanks for the picture.



   

                   

Mmm.



   

                   

All right, who's up?



   

                   

Toe-Joe Jackson's

art photography right here!



   

                   

Be a nudie-cutie,

make good money to bootie.



   

                   

Hey, I'm paying $  a shot.



   

                   

You got it, what the hell,

why not show it, right?



   

                   

Hey, you.



   

                   

Yeah, you, the looker



   

                   

with the class-A

sealed-beam headlights.



   

                   

You want to pose

for Toe-Joe?



   

                   

Beat it, creep.



   

                   

Here he comes now,

with that devil woman.



   

                   

Hi, Mrs. Hackett.



   

                   

Imagine our shame.



   

                   

Our only child, and he carries

illegal weapons,



   

                   

drives fast cars,



   

                   

and wears clothes

obviously designed

by homosexuals.



   

                   

But he knows better.



   

                   

Jesus is still in his heart.



   

                   

Jeez, Mom and Dad,

go home.



   

                   

You're embarrassing me.



   

                   

I'm a teenager.

I want to live.



   

                   

Hey!



   

                   

Looks like somebody

lost their laundry.



   

                   

Hello, Cry-Baby.



   

                   

You scorch me, man.



   

                   

Later, Lenora.



   

                   

But, Cry-Baby, I need a date

for tonight's

Jukebox Jamboree.



   

                   

Well, I'm solo, sugar.



   

                   

Want to see these gunboats?

I give, Cry-Baby.



   

                   

I give bare second

on the first date.



   

                   

Use your mentality

and cool down.



   

                   

Well, Lenora,

your bosoms ain't nothing.



   

                   

Better watch it, bozo.

You might catch a cold.



   

                   

My brother wouldn't

touch your titties

with a   -foot pole.



   

                   

He likes his women bad,

Lenora, not cheap.



   

                   

  Oh, life could be a dream  



   

                   

  If I could take you

up in paradise up above  



   

                   

  If you would tell me

I'm the only one

that you love  



   

                   

  Life could be a dream,

sweetheart  



   

                   

  Hello hello again, sh-boom,

and hopin' we'll meet again  



   

                   

  Oh, life could be a dream  



   

                   

  If only all

my precious plans  



   

                   

  Would come true  



   

                   

  If you would let me spend

my whole life lovin' you  



   

                   

  Life could be a dream  



   

                   

  Sweetheart  



   

                   

  Sh-boom sh-boom  



   

                   

  Ya-da-da Da-da-da

Da-da-da Da  



   

                   

  Sh-boom sh-boom  



   

                   

  Ya-da-da Da-da-da

Da-da-da Da  



   

                   

  Sh-boom sh-boom  



   

                   

  Ya-da-da Da-da-da

Da-da-da Da, sh-boom  



   

                   

  Now every time,

I look at you  



   

                   

  Something is on my mind  



   

                   

  If you do what

I want you to do  



   

                   

  Baby, we'd be so fine  



   

                   

  Oh, life could be a dream  



   

                   

  If I could take you up

in paradise up above  



   

                   

  If you would tell me

I'm the only one

that you love  



   

                   

  Life could be a dream,

sweetheart  



   

                   

  Hello hello again, sh-boom

and hopin' we'll meet again  



   

                   

  Sh-boom sh-boom  



   

                   

  Life could be a dream,

sweetheart   



   

                   

Uncle Belvedere!



   

                   

Wow!



   

                   

You caught me in

my birthday suit,



   

                   

butt-naked.



   

                   

Grandma, we're home!



   

                   

How much?



   

                   

That muffler?



   

                   

Dupree, for you



   

                   

$   take it or leave it.



   

                   

Come on, Ramona.



   

                   

$  . This thing's

hotter than a pistol.



   

                   

You guys wanna do business

with Ramona Rickettes



   

                   

or would you rather

shop at Sears?



   

                   

Now, give me the bread

and keep your trap shut.



   

                   

You're a hard woman.



   

                   

I'm going to see

you in hell, Dupree.



   

                   

Go on, get out of here.



   

                   

Have you been bothering

your great-grandma all day?



   

                   

She has customers.



   

                   

Hell, no. They helped me

steal a car.



   

                   

It's a '   Olds.



   

                   

It's really cool.



   

                   

That's my little Snare-Drum.



   

                   

And, Ma, I swiped

six hubcaps like a big girl.



   

                   

Way to go, Susie-Q.



   

                   

Make those monster faces,

Hatchet. Please.



   

                   

Goddamn gopher's digging up

my front yard.



   

                   

What are you

teenagers waiting for?



   

                   

Turkey Point is

open for business!



   

                   

Let's celebrate!



   

                   

Come on.

Come on, everybody.

Come on in.



   

                   

Today's a special day for me

and your grandmother.



   

                   

We've been together

   whole years.



   

                   

I'm just so proud of

all my Drape children.



   

                   

Oh, Wanda, you sure is pretty

in them tight clothes



   

                   

all painted up like trash.



   

                   

I wish you

and Belvedere were my parents.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Now, Milton,



   

                   

boy, you are

everything a man should be.



   

                   

You're young,

stupid, and mean.



   

                   

We're gonna play

some cool music

for you tonight, Ramona.



   

                   

And, Hatchet-Face.

Oh, honey.



   

                   

You're just like me.



   

                   

Now, you put

the "T" in "tough."



   

                   

So hard, you could've been

eating nails for breakfast.



   

                   

But that's the way a woman's

got to be these days.



   

                   

I'd kick a Square's ass

for you in a minute,

Mrs. Rickettes.



   

                   

Oh, this is the best gang

my grandson could ever have.



   

                   

Grandma,

I'm so happy all knocked up



   

                   

I wish I was having triplets.



   

                   

Well, we got a little surprise

for your young one

in your oven.



   

                   

You show her, Bel.



   

                   

Sure will.



   

                   

Oh, Pep, ain't that cute?



   

                   

It's beautiful, Grandma.



   

                   

Cry-Baby.



   

                   

When you was a boy,

you had to be

the man of this family.



   

                   

But I taught you

how to dress, didn't I?



   

                   

You sure did,

Uncle Belvedere.



   

                   

Yeah, well,

you're the future now, boy.



   

                   

You're the only future

for this godforsaken family.



   

                   

And I want you to

go out there tonight

and sing, boy.



   

                   

I want you to

sing your heart out.



   

                   

You can show him now,

Belvedere.



   

                   

This took a lot of hubcaps,

Cry-Baby.



   

                   

Grandmother,

Uncle Belvedere,



   

                   

you've made me

the happiest juvenile

delinquent in Baltimore.



   

                   

And guess what?



   

                   

I met a girl!



   

                   

  My friends all know it  



   

                   

  How I adore him  



   

                   

  I've whispered to angels  



   

                   

  What I'd do for him  



   

                   

  He is the answer  



   

                   

  To a teenage prayer  



   

                   

  He won't go steady  



   

                   

  The crowd has told me  



   

                   

  But I keep waiting  



   

                   

  To have him hold me  



   

                   

  Why won't you listen  



   

                   

  To a teenage prayer  



   

                   

  I wait by the window

at seven  



   

                   

  and chill when my thrill

passes by  



   

                   

  His kiss could

send me to heaven  



   

                   

  Into his arms I would fly  



   

                   

  My heart goes  



   

                   

  Piddily patter, patter

piddily patter  



   

                   

  Every time I look at you   



   

                   

  My girlfriend, Betty  



   

                   

  Tells me, he's lazy  



   

                   

  But I know Betty  



   

                   

  Loves him like crazy  



   

                   

  He is the answer  



   

                   

  To a teenage prayer  



   

                   

  Yes, he's the answer   



   

                   

All right, giris.

What this is,



   

                   

this is unfortunately

a red alert.



   

                   

So please take

your duck-and-cover

positions immediately.



   

                   

It is only

an air-raid drill.



   

                   

There are no atom bombs

actually being dropped.



   

                   

You were incredible,

honey.



   

                   

Where did you learn

to sing like that?



   

                   

Just practicing.



   

                   

Baldwin.



   

                   

All right, boys and giris.



   

                   

That's the all-clear signal.



   

                   

You can come out now.



   

                   

Everyone is safe and sound.



   

                   

Stay in your places.



   

                   

Get back to your room.



   

                   

Is he here? Is he here?



   

                   

I can't see anything.



   

                   

That's him.

Cry-Baby Walker.



   

                   

I'm sorry about

this afternoon,

Mrs. Vernon-Williams.



   

                   

Is Allison home?



   

                   

'Cause, uh,

I'm gonna sing tonight



   

                   

and I thought

she might like to hear me.



   

                   

Mind your manners.



   

                   

This is what we think

of your kind of music.



   

                   

How dare you hit him!

You don't own me, Baldwin.



   

                   

I have the right

to hear Cry-Baby sing.



   

                   

Don't get all

worked up, honey.



   

                   

The punk got

what he deserved.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Allison.



   

                   

Get up. Go! Go! Go!



   

                   

Hop on, honey.



   

                   

Just one minute,

young lady...



   

                   

I'll take good care of her,

Mrs. Vernon-Williams.

I promise.



   

                   

And it's okay about my face.



   

                   

It don't hurt much.



   

                   

Please.



   

                   

It's not a school night,

and I have been a good girl.



   

                   

Just one night of happiness,

that's all I ask.



   

                   

But what if you

get your dress dirty?



   

                   

Thank you, Grandmother.



   

                   

  Drinking beer in a cabaret

and was I having fun  



   

                   

  Until one night

she caught me right  



   

                   

  And now I'm on the run  



   

                   

  Lay that pistol down, babe  



   

                   

  Lay that pistol down  



   

                   

  Pistol packin' mama  



   

                   

  Lay that pistol down  



   

                   

  Drinking beer in a cabaret  



   

                   

  And dancing with a blonde  



   

                   

  Until one night

she caught me right  



   

                   

  And now I'm on the run  



   

                   

  Lay that pistol down, babe  



   

                   

  Lay that pistol down  



   

                   

  Pistol packin' mama  



   

                   

  Lay that pistol down  



   

                   

  Pistol packin' mama  



   

                   

  Lay that pistol down   



   

                   

  I have a girlfriend  



   

                   

  She says I'm her only one  



   

                   

  We want to get married  



   

                   

  But we're so young  



   

                   

  So young  



   

                   

  Can't marry no one  



   

                   

  But we know our  



   

                   

  heart's direction  



   

                   

  So young  



   

                   

  Can't marry no one   



   

                   

You okay?



   

                   

I didn't get no axle grease

on you, did I?



   

                   

No. No. I'm fine.



   

                   

Been to Turkey Point before?



   

                   

My Grandmother

wouldn't let me.



   

                   

She calls it

the Redneck Riviera.



   

                   

It's where I live.

Beautiful, ain't it?



   

                   

It's really wild.



   

                   

But I'm... I'm afraid that

I'm not going to fit in here.



   

                   

You know,

with your friends and stuff.



   

                   

You're cool, Allison.

You just look Square.



   

                   

Underneath it all,

I think you're really hep.



   

                   

Well, what have we here?



   

                   

First Square to ever

set foot in Turkey Point.



   

                   

Hey, fine mama.



   

                   

Welcome to

the Jukebox Jamboree.



   

                   

These are the Cry-Baby giris.

That's Wanda.



   

                   

Dig it, babe.

You need a new look.



   

                   

Don't you got tits?



   

                   

Stick them out,

for God's sake.



   

                   

That's Hatchet-Face.

She don't mean no harm.



   

                   

First thing

a Cry-Baby girl learns,

our bazooms are our weapons.



   

                   

Now, Pepper's pregnant.

But she can fight like a man.



   

                   

I wouldn't be

caught dead

in a full skirt.



   

                   

Hey, giris.

What do you think?



   

                   

Let's give Allison here

a bad-girl beauty makeover.



   

                   

Are you game?



   

                   

Sure.



   

                   

Think I got

what it takes?



   

                   

You got it, Allison.



   

                   

You got it raw.



   

                   

Hey, hey, hey!



   

                   

Dig it, all you

hep cats and cool chicks.



   

                   

You know me.

Ramona Rickettes!



   

                   

Now let me introduce to you

the Cry-Baby combo,



   

                   

Milton, Pepper,

Wanda, Hatchet-Face.



   

                   

Hi, Mom.



   

                   

And now,

the baddest baby of them all,



   

                   

the man you came here for,



   

                   

the big boo-hoo,



   

                   

the terrible teardrop,



   

                   

ladies and gentlemen,

my grandson, Cry-Baby!



   

                   

  Well, one for all

and all for one  



   

                   

  And all we want

is to have some fun  



   

                   

  But Squares,

beware of our property  



   

                   

  Yeah, if you're lookin' to

rumble, you're looking at me  



   

                   

  'Cause I'm the king  



   

                   

  King cry-baby  



   

                   

  'Cause I'm the king  



   

                   

  King cry-baby  



   

                   

  Yeah, I'm the king  



   

                   

  King cry-baby  



   

                   

  A king cry-baby

with a tear in my eye  



   

                   

  Baby cry, baby cry  



   

                   

  Oh baby cry, oh baby cry,

oh baby cry, wow  



   

                   

  Well, I was born on

the wrong side of the tracks  



   

                   

  In the backseat of

a stolen Cadillac  



   

                   

  I had my first cigarette

before I could walk  



   

                   

  And I was strummin' this

guitar before I could talk  



   

                   

  'Cause I'm the king  



   

                   

  King cry-baby  



   

                   

  Yeah, I'm the king  



   

                   

  King cry-baby  



   

                   

  Oh, I'm the king  



   

                   

  King cry-baby  



   

                   

  A king cry-baby

with a tear in my eye  



   

                   

  If you mess with the king,

you're gonna cry,

oh baby cry  



   

                   

  Oh baby cry, oh baby cry,

oh baby cry  



   

                   

  Well, I'm a lonely king

who needs a queen  



   

                   

  Yeah, you're the sweetest

lump of sugar

that I've ever seen  



   

                   

  Ain't got a ring

or crown for you  



   

                   

  Well, if I had your love  



   

                   

  I'd lose

these cry-baby blues  



   

                   

  She's the queen  



   

                   

Go on up there, honey.



   

                   

Go on.



   

                   

  She's the queen  



   

                   

  Well, let people talk,

I don't care  



   

                   

  Let me prove to you daddy

that I ain't no Square  



   

                   

  You'll be my queen

and I'll be your king  



   

                   

  But if you leave my hive,

you're gonna feel my sting  



   

                   

  'Cause you're my queen  



   

                   

  Queen cry-baby  



   

                   

  You're the king  



   

                   

  King cry-baby  



   

                   

  I'll be the queen  



   

                   

  Cry-cry baby  



   

                   

  A king cry-baby

with a queen by my side  



   

                   

  And if you mess with us,

man you're gonna cry,

oh baby cry  



   

                   

  Baby cry, baby cry,

oh baby cry  



   

                   

  Cry, baby cry, baby cry,

baby cry  



   

                   

  Cry, baby cry, baby cry,

baby cry  



   

                   

  Cherry  



   

                   

Kiss me. Kiss me hard.



   

                   

I've never given

a French kiss before.



   

                   

Watch. It's easy.



   

                   

You just open your mouth,



   

                   

and I open mine,



   

                   

and we wiggle

our tongues together.



   

                   

And it feels real sexy.



   

                   

I won't get mononucleosis,

will I?



   

                   

No, Allison. Just try it.



   

                   

If you don't like it,

I promise I'll stop.



   

                   

  I'll get you yet  



   

                   

  Someday, Cherry  



   

                   

  You'll be my pet  



   

                   

  Right now  



   

                   

  Cherry  



   

                   

  The day is set   



   

                   

Break the window.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Allison.



   

                   

It's just that

you are so beautiful.



   

                   

I want to let you,

but I can't.



   

                   

For my parents' sake.



   

                   

Cry-Baby, they're both dead.

I'm an orphan.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Allison.



   

                   

No wonder we're together,

honey.



   

                   

I'm an orphan, too.



   

                   

You are?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

And orphans

have special needs.



   

                   

Just on the outside

of the shirt, okay?

Is it okay with you?



   

                   

Yes. Oh, yes!



   

                   

My parents were,

they good people

and they... they loved me.



   

                   

I want you. I need you.



   

                   

I love you, too, Allison.



   

                   

They had to go on

a business trip together.



   

                   

It was their

first airplane ride.



   

                   

Oh, Cry-Baby,

your fingers feel so good.



   

                   

I've been saving it up

for a girl like you, honey.



   

                   

Mommy and Daddy

took separate planes

for safety.



   

                   

In case one plane crashed,

I would still have

a living parent.



   

                   

But, Cry-Baby,

both planes crashed



   

                   

and I never saw

my parents alive again.



   

                   

Goddamn! Lightning!



   

                   

What's the matter,

Cry-Baby?



   

                   

Everything is the matter.



   

                   

It's just a thunderstorm.

Heat lightning.



   

                   

It's sexy.



   

                   

It's not sexy.

Electricity makes me insane.



   

                   

Why, Cry-Baby? Why?



   

                   

Here's why.

Electricity killed my parents.



   

                   

They died in

the electric chair?



   

                   

That's right, Allison.



   

                   

My father was

the Alphabet Bomber.



   

                   

He may have been crazy,

but he was my pop.



   

                   

The only one I ever had.



   

                   

God. I read about

the Alphabet Bomber.



   

                   

Bombs exploding

in the... the airport,

the barbershop.



   

                   

That's right,

all in alphabetical order.



   

                   

Carwash, drugstore.



   

                   

I used to lay in my cradle

and hear him scream

in his sleep.



   

                   

  A, B, C, D,

E, F, G   



   

                   

But your mom?



   

                   

My mother

tried to stop him.



   

                   

She couldn't even spell,

for Christ's sake,

but they fried her, too.



   

                   

But I'll pay them

all back, Allison.



   

                   

That's why, every day,

I gotta do



   

                   

something rotten

for my parents' sake



   

                   

and I cry for

what I have to do.



   

                   

But not much, though.



   

                   

One single, salty tear



   

                   

is all that they will ever

suck out of this Cry-Baby.



   

                   

Cry-Baby.



   

                   

I'm going to have his baby.



   

                   

Allison!



   

                   

Oh, my God.

What have they done to you?



   

                   

Allison, come home.

They beat me and kicked me.



   

                   

All because I love you.



   

                   

Get on.



   

                   

Don't do it, Allison.



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Too smart to work,

too cool to care.



   

                   

Come to Turkey Point,

man, if you dare.



   

                   

Too smart to work,

too cool to care.



   

                   

Come to Turkey Point,

man, if you dare.



   

                   

L-Let her go.

She's with me.



   

                   

Her name is Allison

and she is a nice girl.



   

                   

Allison, I'm sorry

to get you locked up.



   

                   

But tonight, well,



   

                   

you were the coolest date

I ever had.



   

                   

But, Cry-Baby,

who is that girl?



   

                   

Why didn't you tell me

you already had

a lady friend?



   

                   

Lenora ain't nothing to me,

I swear on my daddy's grave.



   

                   

I'm burning inside

to touch you, baby.



   

                   

How do you feel about



   

                   

your granddaughter

becoming a Drapette?



   

                   

Mrs. Vernon-Williams,

a picture, please.



   

                   

Please, no pictures.



   

                   

Get your hands off!

Get your hands off of me!



   

                   

Order.

Order in this courtroom.



   

                   

What a sad visión

of today's youth.



   

                   

The juvenile authorities have

had it with Drape gangs.



   

                   

Milton Hackett.



   

                   

Wanda Woodward.



   

                   

Mona Malnorowski,

also known as Hatchet-Face.



   

                   

You are blights

on this community.



   

                   

Are the parents here?



   

                   

Yes, Your Honor.



   

                   

We have been praying

all night for our son.



   

                   

And praying so hard

that we got headaches.



   

                   

Hi, Wanda honey.



   

                   

You were on the radio.



   

                   

Would you just get me

the fuck out of here?



   

                   

What does

"fuck" mean, Hector?



   

                   

Oh, Maggie, it's just

a teen nonsense word

Wanda uses



   

                   

to make herself

feel all grown-up.



   

                   

Your Honor,

could we take Wanda

the fuck home?



   

                   

Good God!



   

                   

Order.

Order in this courtroom.



   

                   

You hear that, Your Honor?

It's a sign.



   

                   

She is speaking

in tongues.



   

                   

God is in her gullet.

And he is in yours, too.



   

                   

Let him out.



   

                   

Let the words of

the Savior be heard.



   

                   

Order! Order!



   

                   

No wonder

your children are in trouble.



   

                   

And you, Miss Malnorowski...



   

                   

By the way, that's a shame

about your face.



   

                   

There's nothing

the matter with my face.



   

                   

I got character.



   

                   

I see that your parents

haven't taken the trouble



   

                   

to come to get you.



   

                   

Oh, yes, we did.



   

                   

You happy now, Mona?

You finally did it.



   

                   

You put your own mother

in an iron lung.



   

                   

Mrs. Malnorowski,



   

                   

there is no smoking

in this courtroom.



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

I pay taxes on cigarettes,

don't I?



   

                   

And what do I get

for those taxes?



   

                   

Happiness? Hell, no.



   

                   

I get tuberculosis.



   

                   

Oh, Christ!

Now I got a flat tire.



   

                   

I'm going to

release these delinquents



   

                   

to their parents' custody.



   

                   

And if they were mine,



   

                   

I'd give them

a bare-assed whipping.



   

                   

Ohm, they can sing,

Your Honor.



   

                   

You should hear them.



   

                   

Oh, it's new,

it's exciting.



   

                   

We don't know

what to call it.



   

                   

It sort of rocks,

man, it spins.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Let me get the right words.

It twiris. It twiris.



   

                   

Ramona and

Belvedere Rickettes,



   

                   

I find you guilty of

disturbing the peace



   

                   

and I fine

the both of you $    .



   

                   

That's all we have.



   

                   

How are we supposed to live?



   

                   

Damn you.

Handcuff those brats.



   

                   

Don't touch my children.



   

                   

And you, Pepper Walker,



   

                   

I'm going to have

your two children



   

                   

put in the custody

of the Chatterbox Orphanage,



   

                   

until they're adopted

by God-fearing parents



   

                   

who at least will give

them Christian names.



   

                   

Not my children.

They're my flesh and blood.



   

                   

They're all I have!

Mrs. Tadlock.



   

                   

Get away from them.



   

                   

Don't you touch them!



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

I love you, children.



   

                   

Wade Walker,

better known as "Cry-Baby"



   

                   

what a sad and silly name

for a young man.



   

                   

You were the ringleader

in tonight's gang war.



   

                   

Grandmother, help him.

We were just

singing together.



   

                   

Judge, let Allison go

and I'll take the full blame.



   

                   

I didn't mean no harm,

Mrs. Vernon-Williams.



   

                   

I may be a Drape,

but I love your granddaughter.



   

                   

And if that's a crime,

I'll stand convicted, ma'am.



   

                   

Your Honor,

I am Allison's grandmother.



   

                   

And, uh, if Mr. Walker

does have musical talent,



   

                   

I am willing to give him

a second chance.



   

                   

Won't you?

The boy is at least polite.



   

                   

Mrs. Vernon-Williams,



   

                   

are you aware

that negroes were present

at tonight's disturbance?



   

                   

My granddaughter is fond

of all kinds of music.



   

                   

I am going to release

Allison this one time,



   

                   

because you are a fine

and beautiful woman,

Mrs. Vernon-Williams.



   

                   

But not you, Cry-Baby Walker.



   

                   

The only place you're

going to sing is in jail.



   

                   

No!



   

                   

I find you guilty



   

                   

of rampant

juvenile delinquency



   

                   

and I hereby sentence you



   

                   

to the Maryland

Training School for Boys



   

                   

until your   st birthday.



   

                   

Ha!



   

                   

Court dismissed.



   

                   

Lock him up!



   

                   

You can't lock up his music!



   

                   

I'll get out, sugar dumpling,

if it's the last thing I do!



   

                   

I swear.



   

                   

Cry-Baby!



   

                   

  He's in the jailhouse now

He's in the jailhouse now  



   

                   

  He's in the jailhouse now   



   

                   

Boy, do I have a story

for you.



   

                   

How does it feel to be

a juvenile delinquent?



   

                   

It feels good. I've never

been so happy

in my whole life.



   

                   

I hear you were...



   

                   

Lenora, you filthy hag.

I wouldn't let you

shine my boots!



   

                   

Allison's my girl.



   

                   

A-L-L-I-S-O-N, fellows.



   

                   

When did he propose?



   

                   

Oh, just last night.



   

                   

You see, I'm pregnant

with his child.



   

                   

Well, you know

that Cry-Baby is an orphan.



   

                   

He wants his baby

to have a real family



   

                   

for the family

that he himself never had.



   

                   

Break it up!



   

                   

Shut up!



   

                   

Delinquents, hit the sack!



   

                   

Oh, I swear.



   

                   

Strip down, asshole.

It's beddy-bye time.



   

                   

Now, don't forget

to say your prayers.



   

                   

God bless

my probation officer.



   

                   

God bless

my probation officer.



   

                   

God bless the draft board.



   

                   

God bless the draft board.



   

                   

God bless

the juvenile authorities.



   

                   

God bless

the juvenile authorities.



   

                   

We're going to give you

a haircut tomorrow,

pretty boy.



   

                   

You ever hear

of a Whiffle?



   

                   

Well, that's what

you're going to get,

you big old cry-baby, you.



   

                   

God bless

Dwight Eisenhower.



   

                   

God bless Dwight Eisenhower.



   

                   

God bless Roy Cohn.



   

                   

God bless Roy Cohn.



   

                   

God bless Richard Nixon.



   

                   

God bless Richard Nixon.



   

                   

Nighty-night, boys.



   

                   

Cry-Baby.



   

                   

  Teardrops are falling  



   

                   

  Teardrops are falling  



   

                   

  Cry, go on, cry  



   

                   

  Cry, go on, cry  



   

                   

  Teardrops are falling  



   

                   

  Out of my eyes  



   

                   

  Teardrops are falling  



   

                   

  I wonder why  



   

                   

  Teardrops are falling  



   

                   

  For you make me cry  



   

                   

  Yes, teardrops are falling  



   

                   

  Falling from my eyes  



   

                   

  Yes, yes, yes,

you made me cry  



   

                   

  When you went away  



   

                   

  You stayed away so long  



   

                   

  Come back, my dear  



   

                   

  My heart is aching  



   

                   

  Almost breaking  



   

                   

  If you hear me  



   

                   

  Come back to me  



   

                   

  Teardrops are falling  



   

                   

  And you make  



   

                   

  Me cry  



   

                   

  Cry don't cry  



   

                   

  Cry don't cry  



   

                   

  Cry don't cry  



   

                   

  Cry don't cry  



   

                   

  Oooh   



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Call these Drapettes bold,



   

                   

call them brazen,

but don't call them Square.



   

                   

Yes, mothers,

you should be worried.



   

                   

Following

last night's disturbance

at Turkey Point



   

                   

Cry-Baby Walker had the nerve

to announce his engagement



   

                   

to fellow gang member and

known hussy, Lenora Frigid,



   

                   

mother-to-be of his child.



   

                   

Cry-Baby is an orphan.



   

                   

He wants his baby

to have a real family



   

                   

for the family

that he himself

never had.



   

                   

Wade Walker, defiantly

entering the Maryland

Training School for Boys



   

                   

had this to say:



   

                   

It feels good, man.

I've never been so happy

in my whole life.



   

                   

Hurry, Allison, hide.



   

                   

The newspapers have blown this

completely out of proportion.



   

                   

He lied to me,

Grandmother.



   

                   

And the whole worid knows

that I'm just a Drape fool.



   

                   

Oh, heavy hangs the head



   

                   

that last night

wore the crown.



   

                   

Allison.



   

                   

  The naughty lady

of Shady Lane  



   

                   

  Has hit the town

like a bomb  



   

                   

  The back fence gossip

ain't been this good  



   

                   

  Since Mabel ran off

with Tom  



   

                   

  Our town was peaceful

and quiet  



   

                   

  Before she came

on the scene  



   

                   

  The lady

has started a riot  



   

                   

  Disturbing

the suburban routine  



   

                   

Allison Vernon-Williams, you

don't have to decide today.



   

                   

Give your heart

some time to think.



   

                   

  The naughty lady

of Shady Lane  



   

                   

  So delectable  



   

                   

  Quite respectable  



   

                   

  Me-oh-my-oh  



   

                   

  What a girl  



   

                   

Allison, would you

sing with me today?



   

                   

  Jailbird, Jailbird

Go around stealing cars  



   

                   

  Jailbird, Jailbird  



   

                   

  You'll end up

behind iron bars  



   

                   

  Jailbird, Jailbird  



   

                   

  Your face was

on the early news  



   

                   

  Jailbird, Jailbird   



   

                   

Hey, man, your old lady's

on the radio.



   

                   

There's trouble, Cry-Baby,

big trouble.



   

                   

Allison!



   

                   

There's a new place

that's opening.



   

                   

It's sort of wild,

kind of cool.



   

                   

It's called a theme park



   

                   

and it's the first one

in the state of Maryland.



   

                   

I'd be proud to, Baldwin.



   

                   

Cry-Baby Walker, I hope

you're happy with Lenora.



   

                   

I only have one thing

to say to you.



   

                   

I think you're a liar

and a cad,



   

                   

and I spit on your tears.



   

                   

I can sing better than

Cry-Baby Walker



   

                   

any day of the week.



   

                   

  Well, I'm in here

'cause I drive too fast  



   

                   

  And I'm too young

to have a criminal past  



   

                   

  Some good behavior

would be all right  



   

                   

  But I don't seem

to qualify  



   

                   

  I'm just out

for a little fun  



   

                   

  But I'm guilty till I'm     



   

                   

  I guess I'm doing time

for being young  



   

                   

  So cut these

shackles off of me  



   

                   

  Let me go, let me go  



   

                   

  This kind of suit

don't set me free  



   

                   

  Set me free, set me free  



   

                   

  Well, I can't live

if I can't ride  



   

                   

  Let me ride, let me ride  



   

                   

  And I want my baby

by my side  



   

                   

  I want my baby by my side  



   

                   

  I'm just out

for a little fun  



   

                   

  But I'm guilty till I'm     



   

                   

  I guess I'm doing time

for being young  



   

                   

  Now, I can't

let the right thing  



   

                   

  Stand in my way  



   

                   

  Someday, baby,

I'll know better  



   

                   

  But right now

I'm making my pay  



   

                   

  What do I do,

who do I thank?  



   

                   

  What can I do?

What can I do?  



   

                   

  To get me out of

this stinking tank  



   

                   

  Stinking tank

Stinking tank  



   

                   

  It's heartbreaking

to be this age  



   

                   

  Stuck in a cage

Stuck in a cage  



   

                   

  Locked in the prison

of teenage rage  



   

                   

  Stuck in a cage

with a teenage rage  



   

                   

  Well, I was out

for a little fun  



   

                   

  I guess I'm guilty

till I'm     



   

                   

  I must be doing time

for being young  



   

                   

  Stuck in a cage

with a teenage rage  



   

                   

  I don't want

to be doing time

for being young   



   

                   

  I'm a bad girl   



   

                   

Who the hell is this?



   

                   

This is Inga.

She's from Sweden.



   

                   

She's an exchange student.



   

                   

And she's going to be

staying with us for a while.



   

                   

Inga, this is our daughter,

Wanda. Say hello.



   

                   

Ya?



   

                   

I'm blowing this joint.



   

                   

Well, Inga doesn't understand

English very well.



   

                   

Inga, say hello to Wanda.



   

                   

Ya?



   

                   

Say hello to our daughter.



   

                   

Ya?



   

                   

Uh, h-honey,

why don't you come over

and sit down?



   

                   

Get to know one another.



   

                   

Look at all

the wonderful presents



   

                   

she's brought us

from her native land.



   

                   

Let's all put on a folk hat



   

                   

and learn something

about a foreign culture.



   

                   

Do we have a surprise

for you. Don't we, Meg?



   

                   

We sure do.



   

                   

All this silly trouble

you've been having lately...



   

                   

Wanda, honey,

you're going to Sweden,



   

                   

this afternoon at  :  .



   

                   

You mean you swapped me?



   

                   

For a milkmaid?



   

                   

Oh, honey, Inga's mater

and pater will treat you



   

                   

just like one of the family.

Ya, Inga?



   

                   

Ya. Ya, Ya.



   

                   

You want to learn

about America, Inga?



   

                   

In America, we like boys.



   

                   

We like hot boys.



   

                   

Boys with roaming hands

and rushing fingers.



   

                   

Wanda honey,

want some Ovaltine?



   

                   

Ya. Ya, Ya.



   

                   

Yeah, I'm just

a bebop baby.



   

                   

And I don't take nothing

from no one.



   

                   

See you later, Daddy-o's.



   

                   

Have a cool Yule

and a frantic First.



   

                   

  There's a man in town

all the women know  



   

                   

  He goes by the name

of Nosey Joe  



   

                   

  He don't care

if they're married  



   

                   

  He takes his pick  



   

                   

  Long as they're women,

he's ready to stick  



   

                   

  His big nose

in their business  



   

                   

  His big nose

in their business  



   

                   

Hey, you goin' my way?



   

                   

Oh, it's you.



   

                   

You ever hear of something

called a theme park?



   

                   

Yeah, there's a big opening

over there today.



   

                   

Well, that's where

I'm going, stallion.



   

                   

Well, hop on in.



   

                   

  I'm tellin' you women,

this ain't no jive  



   

                   

  If you get too close

this man will drive   



   

                   

Hold on, homeboy.



   

                   

Almost done.



   

                   

I know it hurts,



   

                   

but being this cool's

always a pain.



   

                   

Ah, the pain ain't nothing,

Dupree.



   

                   

I've been hurt all my life,

but real tears wash away.



   

                   

Ow.



   

                   

This one's for Allison

and I want it to last forever.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

There you go. It's a beauty.



   

                   

You never have to

cry again.



   

                   

I heard talkin' in here.



   

                   

W- what's that on your face,

blubber-boy?



   

                   

A booger?



   

                   

Are you blind?

It's a lonely teardrop.



   

                   

Oh, ain't that cute?



   

                   

It ought to go real good

with your new haircut.



   

                   

I ain't gettin'

no haircut.



   

                   

You wanna bet?



   

                   

You're next, sniffle-snot.



   

                   

Cry-Baby, look!

It's your only chance, man.



   

                   

Nobody's going to

turn me Square, Dupree.



   

                   

I want my girl,



   

                   

I want my family,

and I want my gang.



   

                   

Thanks for the tattoo.



   

                   

Ah. Oh, man.



   

                   

Come on, gorgeous.



   

                   

Look. Is that the prison?



   

                   

  Chick'n hon-a-chick-a-chick

hole-a-hubba  



   

                   

  He'll ride a chuck-a-lucka

wanna jubba  



    

                   

Move over, Milton.

Let me try.



    

                   

  Hi-low 'n-ay

wanna dubba hubba  



    

                   

  Day down sum

wanna jigga-wah  



    

                   

  They'll ride a

wanna lubba hubba  



    

                   

Geronimo!



    

                   

  We all ride a

wanna dib-a-doo  



    

                   

What do

we have here?



    

                   

Who is that?



    

                   

This is a jailbreak!



    

                   

  She'll ride

wanna dib-a-doo  



    

                   

  Downtown wanna dib-a-doo  



    

                   

Milton! Hatchet!



    

                   

Cry-Baby, where are you?



    

                   

Cry-Baby!



    

                   

He's in the library!



    

                   

No, no, he's in the cafeteria!



    

                   

No, he's in the hole.



    

                   

No, he's in the movies.

That way!



    

                   

Cry-Baby!



    

                   

Hurry, David.



    

                   

I've almost got it.



    

                   

  She'll ride a hole-a-hubba  



    

                   

  He'll drive a wanna jubba  



    

                   

Hurry up!



    

                   

  I'll ride sum

wanna jigga-wah  



    

                   

  Bring me down a

one lubba hubba  



    

                   

  We'll ride a hubbin

in the lubba hubba  



    

                   

  Hmm, what you want

for nothin'?  



    

                   

  Dow wow ooo   



    

                   

What's down here?



    

                   

What, this way?



    

                   

Ohhh.



    

                   

Thanks, pal.



    

                   

Just come

right this way.



    

                   

Now, uh, this is,

uh, Sheila.



    

                   

She's Caucasian,

but that's about all

I can recommend.



    

                   

Bad table manners.



    

                   

Uh, we were thinking

of two children, actually.



    

                   

About

  or   years old.



    

                   

With some spunk.



    

                   

Well, now,

what about him?



    

                   

Little Joey,

mother's little helper.



    

                   

He not only vacuums,

he does windows.



    

                   

Irons. Yes.



    

                   

Here, these are the ones

we want.



    

                   

A double-header!



    

                   

Yay!



    

                   

Oh, they're adorable.

We'll take them.



    

                   

Uh-uh. Now, that's

a thing with   heads,



    

                   

absolutely not.



    

                   

Siamese twins

are a financial burden.



    

                   

Sewing all those

old school clothes together.



    

                   

You're not

psychologically equipped.



    

                   

Mrs. Tadlock,

these are my children

and I'm taking them with me.



    

                   

That's right, sister.



    

                   

You!



    

                   

Let me outta here. Help.



    

                   

Good going.

That was great.



    

                   

I'm so proud of you!



    

                   

Come on, we got to get

to the Enchanted Forest.

Turn left.



    

                   

No, turn right.



    

                   

  Mr. Sandman  



    

                   

  Yes?  



    

                   

  Bring me a dream  



    

                   

  I am the cutest

that she's ever seen  



    

                   

  Give her the word

that I'm not a rover  



    

                   

Oh.



    

                   

  Then tell her that her

lonesome nights are over  



    

                   

What?

Shh.



    

                   

  Sandman, I'm so alone  



    

                   

  Don't have nobody

to call my own  



    

                   

  Please turn on

your magic beam  



    

                   

  Why, Mr. Sandman,

bring her a dream  



    

                   

  Mister Sandman,

bring us a dream  



    

                   

  Us a dream  



    

                   

  Give him a pair of eyes

with a come hither gleam  



    

                   

  Give him a lonely heart

like Pagliacci  



    

                   

  And lots of wavy hair

like Liberace  



    

                   

  Mr. Sandman

someone to hold  



    

                   

  Would be so peachy

before we're too old  



    

                   

  So please turn on

your magic beam  



    

                   

  Mr. Sandman bring us  



    

                   

  Please, please

please, Mr. Sandman  



    

                   

  Bring us a dream   



    

                   

Drapes!



    

                   

Allison Vernon-Williams,

the decisión is yours.



    

                   

You sang with the Squares.

Now sing with the Drapes.



    

                   

Yay!



    

                   

Cry-Baby needs you.



    

                   

We'll get married

and live in suburbia.



    

                   

I love you, Allison.



    

                   

I don't wanna hurt you,

Baldwin.



    

                   

I had my baby. Isn't he cute?



    

                   

I'm a Square now.



    

                   

Wave to Allison.



    

                   

You maybe a Square, Lenora,

but you're still a tramp.



    

                   

Oh.



    

                   

Allison, pick the man

who loves you the most.



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  won't you let my man

go free?  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  won't you let my man

go free?  



    

                   

  He don't belong in prison  



    

                   

  though he's guilty

as can be  



    

                   

  But the only crime

he's guilty of  



    

                   

  is simply loving me  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  won't you let my man

go free?  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  Won't you let my man

go free?  



    

                   

  Yeah, yeah, yeah  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  won't you

let this jailbird free?  



    

                   

  Whoa, whoa, whoa  



    

                   

  Just look into his eyes  



    

                   

  Open up that door  



    

                   

  Just listen to his guitar,

you'll know the score  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  let an honest man go free  



    

                   

  Yeah, yeah, yeah  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  don't you make no lifer

out of me  



    

                   

  I'm innocent, I swear it  



    

                   

  Let my woman testify  



    

                   

  She'll tell you

where I was that night  



    

                   

  Yeah, I'm his alibi  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  Won't you let my man

go free?  



    

                   

  Well, I'm tired

of pressing license plates  



    

                   

  down in this rotten hole  



    

                   

  I gotta reach the outside

before I lose control  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  don't you make no lifer

out of me  



    

                   

  Yeah, yeah, yeah  



    

                   

Walker, Wade Walker,

you have a visitor.



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  let me out

of this penitentiary  



    

                   

  Let me out  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  don't you make no lifer

out of me  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  won't you let my baby

go free?  



    

                   

  Ah, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa  



    

                   

  Let my man go free  



    

                   

  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa  



    

                   

  Don't make no lifer

out of me  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  Can't you see how much love

she's got for me?  



    

                   

  Well, let him go,

let him go  



    

                   

  Let him go  



    

                   

  Let my man go free  



    

                   

  Ah, whoa, oh  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  Well, let me out  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  Don't make me shout  



    

                   

  Please, Mr. Jailer  



    

                   

  Well, let me out   



    

                   

Criminal!



    

                   

Cry-Baby Walker, society has

given you a second chance.



    

                   

You're rehabilitated now.



    

                   

Here is $ .  .



    

                   

And a pair

of clean underwear.



    

                   

You think you're

a big man, Cry-Baby.



    

                   

But you're lower

than your dead father.



    

                   

Guess who pulled the switch

on that jerk?



    

                   

My grandpappy, that's who.



    

                   

And every Christmas since,



    

                   

my whole family

gathers together,



    

                   

and he re-tells the story

of the day



    

                   

he electrocuted

your daddy



    

                   

and we just laugh.



    

                   

Let me punch his ugly face.



    

                   

It's okay, Hatchet.

You're beautiful, baby.



    

                   

But I'll take care

of this maggot.



    

                   

Do you know how to play

the automobile game

called "chicken"?



    

                   

Huh, sure,

my car and your jalopy.



    

                   

We head toward one another

at full speed.



    

                   

First one to turn the wheel

before we smash is a chicken.



    

                   

Is that legal?



    

                   

Stop this insanity.



    

                   

I got some new rules,

sucker.



    

                   

How about you and me

on top of the car?



    

                   

I'm man enough,

you big cry-baby.



    

                   

That's Mr. Baby to you.



    

                   

Fellows of the press,



    

                   

this chicken race

tonight is for my daddy.



    

                   

And I'd like to sing something

in his memory,



    

                   

something hillbilly.



    

                   

Something colored.



    

                   

Something my daddy

would've loved.



    

                   

  You call us hoods  



    

                   

  and say we've gone mad  



    

                   

  Cause we feel so good

when we're being bad  



    

                   

  We're high school hellcats  



    

                   

  On our own  



    

                   

  High school hellcats  



    

                   

  Almost grown  



    

                   

  Come on and pick a fight

I wish you would  



    

                   

  We love being bad  



    

                   

  'Cause sure feels good  



    

                   

  Oh!  



    

                   

Baldwin, please.



    

                   

Be a gentleman

and call off this race,

it's too dangerous.



    

                   

Mrs. Vernon-Williams,

you were born a Square



    

                   

and you're gonna die

a Square.

You're coming with me.



    

                   

Come on, lady!

Get in the car!

No!



    

                   

  Yeah, stand back, look out

We're renegade teens  



    

                   

  Friends of the devil

But twice as mean  



    

                   

  We're looking for kicks

We want them now  



    

                   

  We're gonna get them  



    

                   

  And we don't care how  



    

                   

  We're high school hellcats  



    

                   

  Almost grown  



    

                   

  High school hellcats  



    

                   

  Almost grown  



    

                   

  Come on, pick a fight

We wish you would  



    

                   

  We love being bad  



    

                   

  'Cause it sure feels good  



    

                   

Come on!



    

                   

Come on, Come on!



    

                   

  Well, you lock us up

in your schools  



    

                   

  We weren't born

to live by rules  



    

                   

Get down from there

this minute.



    

                   

Sit down, you traitor.



    

                   

  When you say stop,

I say go, yeah, go!  



    

                   

  We're high school hellcats  



    

                   

  On our own  



    

                   

Cry-Baby!



    

                   

What are you doing?



    

                   

  Wish you would  



    

                   

  We love being bad  



    

                   

  'Cause it feels so good  



    

                   

Uh-huh. Yes.



    

                   

  USA, the land of the free  



    

                   

  We should be

what we want to be  



    

                   

  But everyone says we

should be like them  



    

                   

  But we're

high school hellcats  



    

                   

  And we never fit in  



    

                   

  We're

high school hellcats  



    

                   

Allison, help! Help me!



    

                   

  Come on and pick a fight,

we wish you would  



    

                   

  We love being bad

'cause it sure feels good  



    

                   

  We're high school hellcats  



    

                   

  We're high school hellcats  



    

                   

  Come on and pick a fight,

we wish you would  



    

                   

  We love being bad

'cause it sure feels good  



    

                   

  We love being bad

'cause it sure feels good  



    

                   

Turn the wheel!



    

                   

  'Cause it sure feels good   



    

                   

Chicken!



    

                   

Yay!



    

                   

  I'm just a bad boy  



    

                   

  All dressed up

in fancy clothes  



    

                   

  I'm takin' the trouble  



    

                   

  To blow my bubbles away  



    

                   

  The hot, blazin' sun  



    

                   

  Won't hurt my head  



    

                   

  'Cause you'll always

find me  



    

                   

  Right there in the shade  



    

                   

  I can see all the folks  



    

                   

  They're laughin' at me  



    

                   

  'Cause I'm just  



    

                   

  Naturally lazy, crazy  



    

                   

  Bad boy  



    

                   

  All dressed up

in fancy clothes  



    

                   

  I'm takin' the trouble  



    

                   

  To blow my bubbles away   



    

                   

  Well, one for all

and all for one  



    

                   

  And all we want

is to have some fun  



    

                   

  But Squares beware

of our property  



    

                   

  Yeah, if you're lookin'

to rumble  



    

                   

  You're lookin' at me

'cause I'm the king  



    

                   

  King cry-baby  



    

                   

  'Cause I'm the king  



    

                   

  King cry-baby  



    

                   

  Yeah, I'm the king  



    

                   

  King cry-baby  



    

                   

  A king cry-baby

with a tear in my eye  



    

                   

  If you mess with the king,

you're gonna cry, baby cry  



    

                   

  Oh baby cry, oh baby cry,

oh baby cry, wow!  



    

                   

  Well, I was born on

the wrong side of the tracks  



    

                   

  In the backseat

of a stolen Cadillac  



    

                   

  I had my first cigarette

before I could walk  



    

                   

  And I was

strummin' this guitar  



    

                   

  Before I could talk

'cause I'm the king  



    

                   

  King cry-baby  



    

                   

  Yeah, I'm the king  



    

                   

  King cry-baby  



    

                   

  'Cause I'm the king  



    

                   

  King cry-baby  



    

                   

  A king cry-baby

with a tear in my eye  



    

                   

  If you mess with the king,

you're gonna cry,

oh baby cry  



    

                   

  Oh baby cry, oh baby cry,

oh baby cry  



    

                   

  Well, I'm a lonely king

who needs a queen  



    

                   

  Yeah, you're

the sweetest lump of sugar  



    

                   

  That I've ever seen  



    

                   

  Ain't got a ring

or crown for you  



    

                   

  Well, if I had your love  



    

                   

  I'd lose

these cry-baby blues  



    

                   

  She's the queen  



    

                   

  She's the queen  



    

                   

  She's the queen  



    

                   

  Well, let people talk

I don't care  



    

                   

  Let me prove to you daddy

that I ain't no Square  



    

                   

  You'll be my queen

and I'll be your king  



    

                   

  Yeah, but if you

leave my hive  



    

                   

  You're gonna feel my sting  



    

                   

  'Cause you're my queen  



    

                   

  Queen cry-baby  



    

                   

  You're the king  



    

                   

  King cry-baby  



    

                   

  I'll be the queen  



    

                   

  Cry, cry-baby  



    

                   

  A king cry-baby

with my queen by my side  



    

                   

  And if you mess with us, man

you're gonna cry,

oh baby cry  



    

                   

  Oh baby cry, oh baby cry,

oh baby cry  



    

                   

  Oh, cry, baby cry,

baby cry, baby cry  



    

                   

  Cry, baby cry, baby cry,

baby cry  



    

                   

  A king cry-baby

with my queen by my side  



    

                   

  And if you mess with us, man

you're gonna cry  



    

                   

  Oh, baby cry, baby cry,

baby cry, baby cry  



    

                   

  Oh baby cry, oh baby cry,

oh baby cry  



    

                   

  Oh, cry baby cry, baby cry,

baby cry  



    

                   

  Oh, cry, baby cry, baby cry,

baby cry   









 
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