Bugsy Malone
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1. Bugsy Malone
He's a sinner, candy-coated, for all his friends, he always seems to be alone, but they love him - Bugsy Malone
A city slicker, he can charm you, with a smile and a style all his own, everybody loves that man - Bugsy Malone
Hot-headed Bugsy makes his mind up, don't mess with Bugsy or you'll wind up, wishing you'd left well enough alone
He's a man, a mountain, he's a rolling stone
And will he leave you, sad and lonely, crying, I couldn't say, but it's known, that everybody wants that man - Bugsy Malone
He's a sinner, candy-coated, for all his friends, he always seems to be alone, but they love him - Bugsy Malone
A city slicker, he can charm you, with a smile and a style all his own, everybody loves that man - Bugsy Malone
Hot-headed Bugsy makes his mind up, don't mess with Bugsy or you'll wind up, wishing you'd left well enough alone
He's a man, a mountain, he's a rolling stone
And will he leave you, sad and lonely, crying, I couldn't say, but it's known, that everybody wants that man - Bugsy Malone
2. Fat Sam's Grand Slam
Anybody who is anybody, will soon walk through that door At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speakeasy Always able to find you a table, There's room for just one more At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speakeasy Once you get here, feel the good cheer, Like they always say in the poem Fat Sam's ain't humble, but it's your home sweet home Plans are made here, games are played here I could write me a book, each night astounds you Rumours are a buzzing, stories by the dozen Look around you, cousin at the news we're making here Anybody who is anybody, will soon walk through that door At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speakeasy Da da da da da da - Da da da da da da - Da da da da da da Hoc ya, Hoo ya, Hoo da da da da See the politicians, sittin' by the kitchen Said he caught his fingers, in the well he was wishin' Once you get here, feel the good cheer, Like they always say in the poem Fat Sam's ain't humble, but it's your home sweet home Plans are made here, games are played here I could write me a book, each night astounds you Rumours are a buzzing, stories by the dozen Look around you, cousin, at the news we're making here Anybody who is anybody, will soon walk through that door At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speakeasy 4. Bad Guys
We could've been anything that we wanted to be But don't it make your heart glad That we decided, a fact we take pride in We became the best at being bad We could've been anything we wanted to be With all the talent we had No doubt about it, we whine and we pout it We're the very best at being bad guys We're rotten to the core And my congratulations no one likes you any more Bad guys, we're the very worst Each of us contemptible, we're criticised and cursed We made the big time, malicious and mad We're the very best at being bad We could've been anything we wanted to be We took the easy way out With little training, we mastered complaining Manners seemed unnecessary We're so rude, it's almost scary We could've been anything that we wanted to be With all the talent we had With little practice, we made every black list We're the very best at being bad We're the very best at being bad We're the very best at being bad 6. My Name is Tallulah
My name is Tallulah, my first rule of thumb I don't say where I'm going, or where I'm coming from I try to leave a little reputation behind me So if you really need to, you'll know how to find me My name is Tallulah, I live till I die I'll take what you give me, and I won't ask why I've a lot of friends, in some exotic places I don't remember names, but I remember faces Lonely - You don't have to be lonely Come and see Tallulah, we can chase your troubles away, oh If you're lonely, you don't have to be lonely When they talk about Tallulah , you know what they say No one south of Heaven's gonna treat you finer Tallulah had her training in North Carolina My name is Tallulah, and soon I'll be gone An open invitation , is the road I'll travel on I'll never say goodbye, because the words upset me You may forgive my going, but you won't forget me Lonely - You don't have to be lonely Come and see Tallulah, we can chase your troubles away If you're lonely, you don't have to be lonely When they talk about Tallulah, you know what they say No one south of Heaven's gonna treat you finer Tallulah had her training in North Carolina - Tallulah 8. Ordinary Fool
Only a fool, like fools before me I always think with my heart Only a fool, that same old story Seems I was born for the part It's a lesson that I've learned And a page I should have turned I shouldn't cry, but I do, like an ordinary fool When his ordinary dreams fall through How many times have I mistaken Good looks and laughs for bad news How many times have I mistaken Love songs and laughs for the blues When a road I've walked before Ends alone at my front door I shoudn't cry, but I do, like an ordinary fool When his ordinary dreams fall through 10. You Give A Little Love
We could have been anything that we wanted to be,
And its not too late to change I'd be delighted to give it some thought, Maybe you'll agree that we really ought two....three......four *We could have been anything that we wanted to be, Yes, that decision was ours - It's been decided, we're weaker divided, Let friendship double up our powers We could have been anything that we wanted to be, And I'm not saying we should But if we try it, we'd learn to abide it, We could be the best at being good guys Flowers of the earth, Who can even guess how much a real friend is worth? Good guys shake an open hand, Maybe we'll be trusting if we try to understand No doubt about it, it must be worthwhile Good friends do tend to make you smile *repeat You give a little love and it all comes back to you (la la la lalala) You know youre gonna be remembered for the things that you say and do (da da da da da da da) (x4) |
3. Tomorrow
Tomorrow - Tomorrow never comes What kind of a fool do they take me for? Tomorrow - A resting place for bums A trap set in the slums, but I know the score I won't take no for an answer - I was born to be a dancer now, Yeah! Tomorrow - Tomorrow, as they say Another working day and another chore Tomorrow - An awful price to pay I gave up yesterday, but they still want more They are bound to compare me to Fred Astaire when I'm done Anyone who feels the rhythm, movin' through em Knows it's gonna do em good, to let the music burst out When you feel assured, let the people know it Let your laughter loose, until your scream Becomes a love-shout, ah Tomorrow - Tomorrow's far away Tomorrow, as they say, is reserved for dreams Tomorrow - Tomorrow's looking grey A playground always locked, trains no winning teams Won't take no for an answer - I was born to be a dancer now Anyone who feels the rhythm through em Knows it's gonna do em good, to let the music burst out When you feel assured, let the people know it. Let your laughter loose, until your scream becomes a love shout, Ahhhhh 5. I'm Feeling Fine
I'm feeling fine, filled with emotion Stronger than wine, they give me the notion That this strange new feeling, Is something that you're feeling too Matter of fact, I'm forced to admit it Caught in the act, and maybe we've hit it Is this strange new feeling something that you're feeling too? If this is love, it's a rhapsody, I'd gonna sing it like a song And if you're singing it back to me, Forget about sophistication Keep it simple - That's my style Love at its best, a pleasure to make it A chance and a test, I'm willing to take it If this strange new feeling, is something that you're feeling too If this is love, it's a rhapsody, I'd rather sing it like a song And if you're singing it back to me, Forget about sophistication Keep it simple - That's my style Love at its best, a pleasure to make it A chance and a test, I'm willing to take it If this strange new feeling, Is something that you're feeling too 7. So, You Wanna Be A Boxer?
So you wanna be a boxer in the golden ring? Can you punch like a south-bound freight train? Tell me just one thing Can you move in a whirl like a humming bird's wing? If you need to, can you bob? Can you weave? Can you fake, and deceive when you need to? Well, you might as well quit if you haven't got it So you wanna be a boxer? Can you pass the test? I can tell you've got it in you, I've trained the best When you work and you sweat, And you bet that you train to a buzz-saw Then you near lose your mind, When you find that your boy has a glass jaw So you might as well quit if you haven't got it. Putting him in the ring, Joe, look at what you found We can use the fun, Joe, pushing him around We'll show him the ropes, and destroy his hopes Put him in the ring, Joe, give the guy a chance Let him feel the sting, Joe, we can make him dance We'll pulp him to bits, then he'll call it quits for sure, Joe So you wanna be a boxer? Wanna be the champ? There's a golden boy inside you, not a punched-out tramp If you listen and you learn, There's an honour you can earn and defend here When you do see the crown, you're a king not a clown A contender But you might as well quit if you haven't got it Put him in the ring, Joe, something new to punch Let me have a swing, Joe, then we'll go to lunch We'll make it quite swift, then he'll get the drift Put him in the ring, Joe, chicken a la carte Let me have a wing, Joe, tearing him apart That chicken will crow - Let me have him Joe 9. Down and Out
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out You don't have to sit around Complaining 'bout the way your life has wound up Think of all the time you waste And time's a precious thing to let go by Sure you've hit the bottom But remember you'll be building from the ground up Ev'ry day's another step That takes you even closer to the sky, so give a try Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out You don't have to sit around Depressed about the way that luck deceived you Fortune sailed away, you missed that boat And found that you'd been left behind Fight and fight some more Until you know the world is ready to receive you Lady luck's a fickle bird But a lady is allowed to change her mind You don't have to sit around Complaining 'bout the way your life has wound up So be a man you know you can't be certain That you'll lose until you try You don't have to sit around Complaining 'bout the way your life has wound up So be a man you know you can't be certain That you'll lose until you try, so give it a try We are marching up, up, up and out (Repeat and fade) |
Plot
The film opens with a brief action sequence in which a mobster named Roxy Robinson is "splurged" by members of a gang, using rapid-fire custard-shooting "splurge guns." Once splurged, a kid is "all washed up" and his career in crime is over: the splurged gangsters are never shown as dead or even unconscious (with the exception of Knuckles after being an accidental victim of Fat Sam's created splurge gun), merely "finished." Speakeasy boss Fat Sam (based on Giuseppe "Joe the Boss" Masseria) introduces himself and Bugsy Malone, a boxing promoter with no money ("Bugsy Malone").
At Fat Sam's speakeasy, there is much dancing and singing ("Fat Sam's Grand Slam"), but Fat Sam himself is worried that his rival Dandy Dan will come to the speakeasy and try to take over. Blousey Brown, an aspiring singer, has come for an audition, but Sam is too distracted. Bugsy meets Blousey when he trips over her luggage. He is smitten and flirts with her. Suddenly, Fat Sam's is raided by Dandy Dan's men, who shoot the place up. Dandy Dan's men continue to attack Fat Sam's empire, eventually taking away rackets and splurging most of Fat Sam's gang. Fat Sam sends all his available men to see if they can track down the guns. They are trapped at a laundry and all are splurged by Dandy Dan's gang. Bugsy returns to Fat Sam's to try to arrange a new audition for Blousey. He finds only Fat Sam's girlfriend, Tallulah, the chanteuse of the speakeasy, who tells him that she likes him. Although Bugsy rejects her flirtation, when Blousey enters, Tallulah plants a big kiss on Bugsy's forehead, making Blousey jealous. Blousey has her audition and Fat Sam hires her, but she still refuses to speak to Bugsy ("I'm Feelin' Fine").
Fat Sam hires Bugsy to come along to a meeting with Dandy Dan (based on Lucky Luciano). This meeting turns out to be a trap, but Bugsy helps Fat Sam escape. Gratefully, Fat Sam pays him $200. Bugsy and Blousey reconcile and have a lunch and a romantic outing on a lake. Back in the city, Bugsy promises to buy tickets for them to leave for Hollywood. However, when he returns Sam's car to the garage, he is attacked and his money stolen. Bugsy is saved by Leroy Smith, who punches the attackers: seeing this, Bugsy realizes he has found a potentially great boxer. Bugsy introduces Leroy to Cagey Joe and helps him begin training ("So You Wanna Be a Boxer?"). Fat Sam once again enlists Bugsy's aid after his assistant Knuckles gets splurged. Bugsy declines, but when Fat Sam pays him $400 he sees another chance to fulfill his promise to Blousey, so he agrees to help Fat Sam. However, when Blousey finds out that Bugsy hasn't yet bought the tickets, she is left in a state of disappointment ("Ordinary Fool"). Bugsy and Leroy follow Dandy Dan's men to a warehouse, where they discover the guns are being stashed. The two of them can't take the place alone, so Bugsy enlists the aid of a large group of down-and-out workers at a soup kitchen ("Down and Out").
They steal the crates of guns and return with them to Fat Sam's just as Dandy Dan's gang arrives. Chaos breaks out and everyone is covered in a melee of custard. A pie hits the piano player Razmataz, who falls forward, striking a single bass note with his head. Silence instantly breaks out, and then the cast, now covered in white cream (with the sole exceptions of Bugsy and Blousey), engages in a final musical number ("You Give a Little Love"). The characters realize they can all be friends, and Bugsy and Blousey leave for Hollywood.
At Fat Sam's speakeasy, there is much dancing and singing ("Fat Sam's Grand Slam"), but Fat Sam himself is worried that his rival Dandy Dan will come to the speakeasy and try to take over. Blousey Brown, an aspiring singer, has come for an audition, but Sam is too distracted. Bugsy meets Blousey when he trips over her luggage. He is smitten and flirts with her. Suddenly, Fat Sam's is raided by Dandy Dan's men, who shoot the place up. Dandy Dan's men continue to attack Fat Sam's empire, eventually taking away rackets and splurging most of Fat Sam's gang. Fat Sam sends all his available men to see if they can track down the guns. They are trapped at a laundry and all are splurged by Dandy Dan's gang. Bugsy returns to Fat Sam's to try to arrange a new audition for Blousey. He finds only Fat Sam's girlfriend, Tallulah, the chanteuse of the speakeasy, who tells him that she likes him. Although Bugsy rejects her flirtation, when Blousey enters, Tallulah plants a big kiss on Bugsy's forehead, making Blousey jealous. Blousey has her audition and Fat Sam hires her, but she still refuses to speak to Bugsy ("I'm Feelin' Fine").
Fat Sam hires Bugsy to come along to a meeting with Dandy Dan (based on Lucky Luciano). This meeting turns out to be a trap, but Bugsy helps Fat Sam escape. Gratefully, Fat Sam pays him $200. Bugsy and Blousey reconcile and have a lunch and a romantic outing on a lake. Back in the city, Bugsy promises to buy tickets for them to leave for Hollywood. However, when he returns Sam's car to the garage, he is attacked and his money stolen. Bugsy is saved by Leroy Smith, who punches the attackers: seeing this, Bugsy realizes he has found a potentially great boxer. Bugsy introduces Leroy to Cagey Joe and helps him begin training ("So You Wanna Be a Boxer?"). Fat Sam once again enlists Bugsy's aid after his assistant Knuckles gets splurged. Bugsy declines, but when Fat Sam pays him $400 he sees another chance to fulfill his promise to Blousey, so he agrees to help Fat Sam. However, when Blousey finds out that Bugsy hasn't yet bought the tickets, she is left in a state of disappointment ("Ordinary Fool"). Bugsy and Leroy follow Dandy Dan's men to a warehouse, where they discover the guns are being stashed. The two of them can't take the place alone, so Bugsy enlists the aid of a large group of down-and-out workers at a soup kitchen ("Down and Out").
They steal the crates of guns and return with them to Fat Sam's just as Dandy Dan's gang arrives. Chaos breaks out and everyone is covered in a melee of custard. A pie hits the piano player Razmataz, who falls forward, striking a single bass note with his head. Silence instantly breaks out, and then the cast, now covered in white cream (with the sole exceptions of Bugsy and Blousey), engages in a final musical number ("You Give a Little Love"). The characters realize they can all be friends, and Bugsy and Blousey leave for Hollywood.
Characters
- Bugsy Malone, an Italian-Irish ex-boxer/boxing scout
- Blousey Brown, a sassy young dame interested in Hollywood
- Tallulah, Fat Sam's moll/singer and Bugsy's old flame
- Fat Sam Staccetto, crime boss. He is dubbed by the press as "The Alleged Mobster King of the Lower East Side".
- Dandy Dan, rival gang boss who steals Fat Sam's territory
- Leroy Smith, an African-American tramp who discovers he has a talent for boxing
- Knuckles, Fat Sam's Jewish bodyguard who constantly cracks his knuckles. The only character to actually be killed by the splurge as opposed to "finished".
- Fizzy, Caretaker at Fat Sam's Grand Slam, tap dancer
- Smolsky, dim-witted police captain
- O'Dreary, dumb policeman
- Louis, one of Fat Sam's hoodlums
- Baby Face, down and out
- Roxy Robinson, Fat Sam's best bodyguard, splurged by Dandy Dan's gang
- Lena Marelli, showy, pompous theatre performer
- Oscar DeVelt, stuck-up theatre producer
- News Reporter
- Smokey Priscilla, showgirl, Tallulah's Troupe
- Bangles, showgirl, Tallulah's Troupe
- Loretta, showgirl, Tallulah's Troupe
- Velma, showgirl, Tallulah's Troupe
- Louella, Dandy Dan's wife and polo partner
- Razamatazz - Fat Sam's personal pianist and performer at the Grand Slam Speakeasy