Voila! Finally, the Cry Baby
script is here for all you fans of the John Waters movie starring Johnny
Depp, Traci Lords, Amy Locane, Iggy Pop, etc. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly
transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Cry Baby. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally
tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to
drop me a line. You won't
hurt my feelings. Honest.
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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 coolBut I can't breakmy momma's rulesShe would have to seewhat's in your family treeBefore she would let youcome home just for meOh, you thinkingabout marriageNow and thenOh, you goin'pretty steadyNow and then
I am so tired
of being good.
Well, I think I'm readyThis is what you needDo you have plenty money?Yes, I doTell me,is it all in cash?Just for youWill you give meall your lovin'?If you're trueThen I will love youlong 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 meGo see our fatherJust you and meTell our sistersand our brothersJust you and me
Let's go.
That you're going tomarry 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 meTurn back, babyMess 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 Christbe your gang leader!Get out of Turkey Pointbefore 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 carriesillegal weapons,drives fast cars,and wears clothesobviously designedby 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 goesPiddily patter, patterpiddily patterEvery 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 cabaretand was I having funUntil one nightshe caught me rightAnd now I'm on the runLay that pistol down, babeLay that pistol downPistol packin' mamaLay that pistol downDrinking beer in a cabaretAnd dancing with a blondeUntil one nightshe caught me rightAnd now I'm on the runLay that pistol down, babeLay that pistol downPistol packin' mamaLay that pistol downPistol packin' mamaLay that pistol downI have a girlfriendShe says I'm her only oneWe want to get marriedBut we're so youngSo youngCan't marry no oneBut we know ourheart's directionSo youngCan'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 yetSomeday, CherryYou'll be my petRight nowCherryThe 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 nowHe's in the jailhouse nowHe'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.Followinglast night's disturbanceat Turkey PointCry-Baby Walker had the nerveto announce his engagementto fellow gang member andknown 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, defiantlyentering the MarylandTraining School for Boyshad 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, JailbirdGo around stealing carsJailbird, JailbirdYou'll end upbehind iron barsJailbird, JailbirdYour face wason the early newsJailbird, 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 thingto 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 townall the women knowHe goes by the nameof Nosey JoeHe don't careif they're marriedHe takes his pickLong as they're women,he's ready to stickHis big nosein their businessHis big nosein 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 jiveIf you get too closethis 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-chickhole-a-hubbaHe'll ride a chuck-a-luckawanna jubba
Move over, Milton.
Let me try.
Hi-low 'n-aywanna dubba hubbaDay down sumwanna jigga-wahThey'll ride awanna lubba hubba
Geronimo!
We all ride awanna dib-a-doo
What do
we have here?
Who is that?
This is a jailbreak!
She'll ridewanna dib-a-dooDowntown 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-hubbaHe'll drive a wanna jubba
Hurry up!
I'll ride sumwanna jigga-wahBring me down aone lubba hubbaWe'll ride a hubbinin the lubba hubbaHmm, what you wantfor 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 hasgiven you a second chance.You're rehabilitated now.Here is $ . .And a pairof 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 careof this maggot.Do you know how to playthe automobile gamecalled "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 meon top of the car?
I'm man enough,
you big cry-baby.
That's Mr. Baby to you.Fellows of the press,this chicken racetonight is for my daddy.And I'd like to sing somethingin his memory,something hillbilly.Something colored.Something my daddywould'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 boyAll dressed upin fancy clothesI'm takin' the troubleTo blow my bubbles awayThe hot, blazin' sunWon't hurt my head'Cause you'll alwaysfind meRight there in the shadeI can see all the folksThey're laughin' at me'Cause I'm justNaturally lazy, crazyBad boyAll dressed upin fancy clothesI'm takin' the troubleTo blow my bubbles awayWell, one for alland all for oneAnd all we wantis to have some funBut Squares bewareof our propertyYeah, if you're lookin'to rumbleYou're lookin' at me'cause I'm the kingKing cry-baby'Cause I'm the kingKing cry-babyYeah, I'm the kingKing cry-babyA king cry-babywith a tear in my eyeIf you mess with the king,you're gonna cry, baby cryOh baby cry, oh baby cry,oh baby cry, wow!Well, I was born onthe wrong side of the tracksIn the backseatof a stolen CadillacI had my first cigarettebefore I could walkAnd I wasstrummin' this guitarBefore I could talk'cause I'm the kingKing cry-babyYeah, I'm the kingKing cry-baby'Cause I'm the kingKing cry-babyA king cry-babywith a tear in my eyeIf you mess with the king,you're gonna cry,oh baby cryOh baby cry, oh baby cry,oh baby cryWell, I'm a lonely kingwho needs a queenYeah, you'rethe sweetest lump of sugarThat I've ever seenAin't got a ringor crown for youWell, if I had your loveI'd losethese cry-baby bluesShe's the queenShe's the queenShe's the queenWell, let people talkI don't careLet me prove to you daddythat I ain't no SquareYou'll be my queenand I'll be your kingYeah, but if youleave my hiveYou're gonna feel my sting'Cause you're my queenQueen cry-babyYou're the kingKing cry-babyI'll be the queenCry, cry-babyA king cry-babywith my queen by my sideAnd if you mess with us, manyou're gonna cry,oh baby cryOh baby cry, oh baby cry,oh baby cryOh, cry, baby cry,baby cry, baby cryCry, baby cry, baby cry,baby cryA king cry-babywith my queen by my sideAnd if you mess with us, manyou're gonna cryOh, baby cry, baby cry,baby cry, baby cryOh baby cry, oh baby cry,oh baby cryOh, cry baby cry, baby cry,baby cryOh, cry, baby cry, baby cry,baby cry