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hwp LV!
Come fly with me
Lets fly, lets fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
Theres a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me
Lets fly, lets fly away
Come fly with me
Lets float down to Peru
In llama land theres a one-man band
And hell toot his flute for you
Come fly with me
Lets take off in the blue
Once I get you
- Up there where the air - LV, will you shut that up?
Is rarefied
- Well just glide - Come on, then.
Starry-eyed
- Once I get you up there - Come on now!
Ill be holding you so near
You may hear
Angels cheer cause were together
Weather-wise its such a lovely day
Just say the words
And well beat the birds
Down to Ac-apulco Bay
- Its perfect -
- For a flying honeymoon -
They say
Come fly with me
Lets fly, lets fly away
LV, cool it!
- Weather-wise - Oi!
Its such a lovely day
You just say the words and well beat the birds
Down to Ac-apulco Bay
Its perfect
For a flying honeymoon
They say
Come fly with me
Lets fly, lets fly
Pack up, lets fly away
Yeah, were late, thanks to you and Tweetie Pie back there.
- I wasnt worrying about work. Im worrying about Duane. - Duane?
Aye. Theres a big race today. They start off from France at : .
Strong winds forecast. Dont like winds, dont Duane.
Duanes a pigeon, right?
Aye. Wheres the first call?
Shipley Street. Domestic installation.
Im nearly done.
Ooh, Ill be wired up to the world soon, me... in touch with all parts.
- Nearly done. - Goodley.
I spend me life and me fortune in them slot boxes. Really, I do.
Ooh, but them uniforms are not very becomin.
You look like you been chucked in a tool bag, you.
Put me right off, that has.
And I always liked a man in a uniform, me.
- Oh, I bet you did. - Hey, watch it, sparks. Sparkler.
Hey, speakin of sparks,
you dont know nothin about electrickery, do ya?
Only the wires of me homes cracklin up on me.
- No, no. Were just phone boys, us.
Hes quiet, isnt he?
- Is there anybody there? Or has he been disconnected?
Been cut off? Ive got a daughter like that.
Like one of them answerin thingies. You can only leave messages, like.
- Say hi, Bill. - Hello. - Bill?
- Hey, youre not the famous phone Bill, are ya?
Eh, but look at you in that bag. You ought to complain.
- Good-lookin on top and then that.
- Clark Gable in a bag. Or should I say "Clark Cable"?
Ooh, eh, look at them two lookin now.
Hey, this one doesnt speak neither, love.
You could go out, you two, for a silent night, holy night.
Or stop at home for a bleeding quiet night in. Be a real riot, that would.
What did I say? What did I say?
Eh, look at the red on him now. Lookie. Oh, dear.
Aye, you see, thats all you get when shes upset...
crappaty records full-bloody blast.
Hey, you! Trash the calypso!
Or come shine
High as a mountain
Deep as a river
Come rain
Or come shine
Right. Were all done.
- Ill just ring through and test the line. - Oh!
Oh, let me do it. Let me. Let me.
Whats the number again? Oh, no. Dont tell me. I remember.
Start of the war, Bobby Moore.
Thirty-nine, sixty-six and me age, twenty-eight.
- What are you laughin at? -
Music.
Music ringin in my bloody ears.
Hello, me.
Or come shine
Happy together
Unhappy together
Wont it be fine
Days may be cloudy
Or sunny
Were in or were out
Of the money
Im with you always
- Im with you rain or shine - Stupid, isnt it?
Cooped up there in the dark all day, like a friggin bird trapped in the rafters.
Hey, steady on. Billys fond of his birds.
Ah, well, I didnt think he looked like the shirt-liftin type somehow.
No, feathered variety... pigeons and that.
What? Oh, frig me, no!
I cant be doin with that.
All that cooin and flappin and shittin all over shop. They want shootin, them.
The only good pigeons are in pies.
Im gonna love you
Im gonna love you
Right. If you could just sign this, Mrs., er...
Hoff. Mari Hoff. Crappaty name, isnt it?
Me late husband Frank left it me.
You can imagine me feelins on signin marriage register... Mr. And Mrs. F. Hoff.
See ya.
Thanks very much, Mr. Cable.
See ya, then.
Whats it like then, eh? To watch your master at work.
Did you not see her? Legs of jelly she had for me.
Husband dead and out the way and all, eh?
Oh, bloody hell. Heres me imaginin all sorts of slap and tickle,
and all you can dream about is bloody Duane.
LV, we out of bacon?
Recent bacon, I mean.
Oh, come on, phone. Ring.
Here, make me a cup of tea, LV, love.
Come on. Look after me.
Hey, give us that paper, here.
Oh, take it back. I dont like the front.
Oh, shove something on, something for me, LV, love.
Go on. Slap some food about for me.
Go on. Whats that youre eatin, anyway?
A brown envelope? Whats on telly?
Oh, sod that.
Oh, sod this. Im off down the cafe, me.
I cant start the day without some dribblin fat, can I?
Eh, speakin of which, I can call Sadie on me new instrument.
That will freak her flabby ass.
Eh, and listen, you.
If anyone phones before I return,
you tell them Ill be back in five minutes, all right?
All right?
Are you receiving me?
