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Bubbles!

Thank you.

Alright, that was a song called "Who Shit In The Saddlebags?"

an old Roy Rogers classic.

It's on an album of mine called "Fur Biscuits".

It's not out yet but,

hopefully at some point.

Alright, how's everybody doin' out there now?

Yessir, we all ready to keep rockin'?

Okay, this next song's about

an old guy named Skooker B.

Some of ya might remember him.

He lived in the trailer park years ago,

and he got drunk and drove through a church

and killed a bunch of people.

Anyway, this is,

this is called "Drinkin With The Angels".

No, wrong beat.

Just wait. Here we go.

♪ Ol' Skooker B ♪

♪ He never knew me ♪

♪ But he was a legend Of the liquor... ♪

♪ He would put a pint away ♪

♪ Just to start his day To hit the real thing ♪

♪ And now he's drinkin' With the angels ♪

♪ On the wings of a dove ♪

♪ He's drinkin' With the angels ♪

♪ Up in heaven above ♪

Play that one by Hank Williams that I like,

will ya Bubbles?

Look, ya gotta promise

not to curse out your ex-husband again, Gladys.

I won't mention the son of a whore's name.

Alright, fair enough!

This is a little

"Your Cheatin' Heart" for you folks.

Sorry gang, that's it.

Time for supper.

Okay, well, I guess that's it for me then.

Thanks for coming down, everybody!

We'll see ya next week, the same time.

I don't wanna hear any of your excuses, Charlie.

If that turkey had not been as dry

as the goddamn Sahara desert,

then Vera wouldn't have started choking.

End of story.

Excuse me Miss Chisolm, sorry to interrupt,

I was wondering if I could get my wages for the week?

Right here, Bubbles.

Oh, oh, hot turkey!

Decent!

Here. I got this guy back for ya,

clean as a

Oh, how's the old fork antenna I geared up hangin'?

Ah, good. Yeah, it's good.

And how were they today?

Oh, they were fantastic as usual.

I mean, pretty sure Harold mighta had a

front accident when he dozed off,

but before that he was up dancin' like Fred Astaire.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Harold should not be up dancing,

he just started a new heart medication. Jesus.

Oh, I didn't know that.

I'm sorry.

Listen, I've been meaning to ask ya...

putting a band together

and I was thinkin' maybe I could bring them in here

to play with me.

You know, I wouldn't charge ya extra or anything.

What a-a-a band?

Like with drums 'n things?

Oh yeah, but the drummer could use the brush... swishies.

Oh, I don't think that's a good idea, Bubbles.

No, no, no, no.

It sounds loud and disruptive.

Yeah, okay, I just thought-

No, no, no.

I'm sorry, Bubbles.

No, it's okay. It's fine.

What's the name of this band?

♪ Ol' Skooker B ♪

♪ He never knew me ♪

Who's a good boy?

♪ But he was a legend Of the liquor... ♪

♪ He would put a pint away ♪

♪ Just to start his day To hit the real thing... ♪

♪ Workin' at the mine ♪

♪ Liquored up by nine ♪

Snip, snip, snippy dippy doo.

♪ He would sucker Punch his boss ♪

♪ Get back on the Sauce by early evenin' ♪

♪ And now he's drinkin' With the angels ♪

♪ On the wings of a dove ♪

A hundred bucks?!

I'm gonna be entering that!

♪ Up in heaven above ♪

Look at that sparkly bastard!

♪ Where she could hide A pint of fancy liquor ♪

♪ She would sneak Into the dance ♪

Oooh! Oooh!

God! What have you done?

I was just standin' here doin' nothing

and it dropped and it hit me right in the arm.

Oh my God! Sir, I am so sorry.

Feels like a fracture.

Why aren't you helping him?

Hit me right there.

I'm so sorry, sir.

No, it's fine. I mean, I was just,

I was gonna get an electric tambourine

and now I might have to go to the hospital.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

I'm so sorry. Oh my God.

I was working.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, sir!

No, it's fine.

I'll just go to the, the hospital.

Takin' this sign.

Song contest.

Oh my God!

This is insane!

Ah, you tubey little meat sluts!

Where the fuck did ya go?!

Taint gobblin' fuckin' meat whores!

You burn up like Freddy Krueger's cock! Fuck!

Holy fuck, Ricky!

What happened?!

I was fuckin' cooking sausages for Moe and his friends,

and I must've fuckin' passed out.

- Jesus Murphy. - No, no, no, no.

What the fuck are they doing here?!

They weren't supposed to be back here for six fuckin' months!

- Ricky! Ricky! Fuckin' calm down. - My ears! Shit, man!

This is different guys.

They're not filming you,

these are Channel 10 guys!

They're doing a story on local musicians,

about my recording studio and the band I'm startin'.

Well they better not fuck with me

'cause I'm on fuckin' vacation.

Ricky, they're not gonna fuck with you.

Relax.

Sorry about that, fellas.

He's actually not crazy, believe it or not.

Do you know where Randy is?

I gotta do an emergency recording session.

Why the fuck would I know where Randy is?

He's probably down at the pond finger blasting a male turtle.

Look at this, songwriting contest.

I can win a hundred fuckin' bucks!

Oh, no fucking way!

You gonna put "Liquor And Whores" in?

Well, no Ricky, I told ya that was like a joke song.

I wanna do serious stuff.

No, man, that's a fuckin' mistake.

Everybody knows that song, you can win with it.

I know, but I don't wanna be just known for that, ya know.

Expand my horizons.

Alright, well, you can suit myself, I guess,

but that's fuckin' dumb.

Well, that's what I'm doin', Ricky.

If you get that thing workin' I'd love a sausage.

Here's the studio here, fellas.

Look at this. It's called Tabby Road, you know.

And I got the kitties there instead of The Beatles.

Kitty Beatles!

Thought that was pretty cute.

So, this feels like a bit of a departure

from what you've done in the past.

Have you always wanted to be involved in music?

I've always been into music since I was a little guy,

you know, music and playin' the guitar,

and even recording, you know.

So when the shopping cart business, you know,

when the arse fell out of that I just thought,

well maybe I can make some money, you know,

doing more of my hobby,

more of my passion, you know?

So I built this recording studio

and just thought, I'll get my music going

and then when I get my band going,

we'll have a, a place to record our albums.

But, you know, a fella's gotta make money,

so, yeah, I mean,

I've been recording everything from, you know,

like barbershop quartets...

♪ Swimmin' in the pond That little duck ♪

♪ Where is he going? ♪

♪ What's he going to do? Yeah ♪

To crazy metal bands that scare me.

To like, weirdo spiritual music.

♪ Hi! ♪

Bubbles, can I get a little more reverb on the gong, please?

Yes, ma'am.

Stuff like that. Anything. Anything.

And over there,

see that's where I live in that shed over there.

But when I have a big session, you know, that's where the,

the people go to record,

I move all the shit out onto the lawn.

Put the fuckin' bass amp over here.

You don't need a ride cymbal in a fuckin' metal band.

Get rid of that.

And do you run this entire facility all by yourself?

I have help from one guy that I know.

His name's Randy.

You probably saw him around the park there.

No shirt on,

great big shit tank on him.

He's my helper.

So he helps me with the equipment

and running cables and stuff,

and, and I help him on the weekends, you know,

loading up his fuckin' food truck with hot dog buns.

And what's this?

This is from Abbey Road,

the real Abbey Road in London.

I took some money, everything I had actually,

and I,

I booked Abby Road for seven fuckin' minutes,

officially booked it!

And I was, you know,

I could have went and recorded there.

I mean, I knew I'd never get to do it,

I just...

I just thought it would be kind of neat to be, you know,

entered into the log book with the greats.

Look at this!

There's a song writing contest, ya win a hundred bucks.

I'm gonna fuckin' win that money right now, baby.

Step aside,

hit song comin' up.

Okay, that should do it.

Can't waste tape.

Can't waste tape.

"Kitties Are So Nice" take two.

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Get them down ♪

So what about live music?

You had a bit of a hit with one of your songs already.

Well, no, that was more like a joke song.

I'm talking about a,

a real hit about something important, you know,

like kitties, for instance.

You know, everybody on the planet loves kitties.

Yes.

And, you know, there's no real songs about kitties,

which to me is unbelievable.

So I think my song, "Kitties Are So Nice"

it sorta ticks all the boxes for what a,

a hit song should have.

So, you know, I guess we'll see.

You know...

Jesus Murphy.

Violet! You should slow down.

You're gonna, you're gonna rattle your brain loose.

I've done it.

Very excited.

Thank you, Baby Jesus!

Boys! Check it out!

I got all kinds of fuckin' people looking to audition

for the Shitrockers!

Jesus fuckin' Christ!

How many times do I gotta tell ya

not to slam the goddamn fuckin' door?

Oh, thanks for the

Church Of Latter Day Saints moment, Julian.

Why you being such a dicky little bitch?

Because I was cleaning your fuckin' dishes

and it was pissing me off!

Sorry about that, Bubs.

- It's good news, bud. - I cooked!

It's fuckin' awesome, buddy.

You're fuckin' right it's awesome, boys.

Like, I'm gonna have a real band!

A real band.

There's like ten people looking to join,

so I'm gonna have to have auditions and everything.

- Nice. - Cool.

Think I can have them in here?

What, here in my trailer?

Well I don't have room in my shed, Julian.

I'm gonna have to have a drum kit and amps

and mics and the whole thing.

Bubs, I'd like to but I got ladies coming over later.

What are ya talking about?

You said we're going stealing gas later.

I've got ladies coming over later, all right.

Besides, I don't want fuckin' drums and amps

and band dicks with long hair and shit

fuckin' over my trailer.

Sorry, man.

Well, fuck you then. I guess I'll steal gas myself.

Whatever.

Listen, Bubs, you can fuckin' do it in my trailer, man.

I think it'd be kind of cool

to have a band that plays in my trailer.

Really?

See that?

Right there, that's what friends do, Julian.

Come on, don't be like that. I'm happy-

Stick that up.

I'm happy you're gonna get a band going too, okay?

Yeah, obviously you're so happy.

No, I'm fucking serious, man.

You know what? I tell you what,

how about I become your manager?

I'll make you some money.

Yeah, I think I'll take a big fuckin'

whore of a pass on that, Julian.

Why?

Because you don't know the first thing about managin' bands

or gettin' gigs.

That's why.

You gotta know the fuckin' scene!

You gotta know who's a mover and a shaker,

what's hot and what's not.

You don't know any of that.

Big Hawk, how's it going?

What's up?

Got anybody playing there this week?

No. Why?

Yeah, I'm managing Bubbles' new band.

They good?

Oh fuck, buddy. They're unbelievable.

Everybody's talkin' about them around town.

Thursday night?

Thursday night would be perfect.

All right, see you there, man.

You're playing Veterans Hall Thursday night.

I take fifty percent at the door.

You're welcome.

I'm playing Veterans Hall?

Yep.

Okay. Not bad. Not bad.

Are you, uh,

are you willing to lose the leather jacket?

No? Next!

Next!

What the fuck are you doing here, Murray?

You don't play the saxophone, do ya?

Well, you're fuckin' right I play the sax!

Look at that.

Next!

Okay. Travis Dumbass.

Not Dumbass, Dumas.

Dumas. Okay. Let's see what you got, Travis.

Not too shabby!

Next!

Um, next, please!

♪ I wear tank tops With no muscles ♪

♪ Got rings on every knuckle ♪

♪ Wear my sandals With my socks ♪

♪ I said I'm the worst Dressed son of a bitch ♪

♪ That this country's Ever seen ♪

Okay, thank you.

Thank you. Yeah, I'll be in touch.

Hey, I'm Waylon Peterson,

some people call me the Peacock,

and I play the lead bass and I'm vocal performer.

Okay, let's see what ya got.

♪ Ooh baby, I love To look in your eyes ♪

♪ Ooh baby, you're a prize ♪

Lady magnet.

That was fantastic!

That kind of sounded like a, a kitty at the end.

Could you make that sound like a kitty?

Yeah.

Not too shabby.

Okay. What's your name?

Donnie Slug-ford-son.

Slugfordson?

Never heard that one before.

I've been a guitarist fffff...

for...

forty years?

Okay, let's hear what ya got.

Decent!

Ha! Okay, fellas.

I thought we'd just warm up with some, you know,

simple country stuff.

Just a nice country rhythm, maybe in A, you know,

like truck and feel.

Okay, here we go.

A one, two, three, four.

Hey, Bubs, I think we're gonna have to change the name.

It's kind of fucked.

What? What are ya talkin' about?

Well the Shitrockers part,

it sounds like we're shitty, like shitty at rocking.

Like we're a shitty band covered in shit.

Okay, that's not at all what Shitrockers means,

but that's not even what I'm talkin' about.

What do you mean 'we'?

We. The band.

You're not in the band.

What are you talkin' about? Yes I am.

You're not in the Shitrockers, Ricky.

You're playing in my trailer

so obviously I'm in the fuckin' band.

Think about it.

That's not how this works, Ricky!

It doesn't matter it's your trailer.

You don't even fuckin' play anything!

I can play all kinds of shit.

Like what?!

Oh, I can play the fuckin' pot.

I could be like Percushnin or whatever it's called.

Ricky.

No, just no! Ricky!

I don't need a fuckin' pot player in the band.

Why not?

How many country bands have you seen

where somebody's banging on a fuckin' old pot?

I, I remember at least a couple.

None! There's none. Ricky.

Look, this is a song I wrote.

It's in A, okay?

And it just goes up to the E,

but it's like country, country feel.

It goes like this.

A 1, 2, 3, 4, 1.

No, on the D.

The D there without the middle finger.

Bubs, this sounds complicated and fucked, okay?

Here's one I wrote,

and it starts in whatever fuckin' letter you want,

it's called 'Looly Looly Chicken'.

Ready?

♪ Looly looly looly chicken! ♪

♪ His little feet Is made of gold ♪

No!

♪ He walks around-- ♪

No! No fuckin' no!

Stop playin'!

Ricky, gimme the fuckin' pot.

Let go of the pot! Don't grab my pot!

- Ricky! - Don't grab me in my kitchen!

Put the fuckin' pot down!

Don't fuckin' grab me and fuck off!

Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey!

What the fuck's going on in here?

Ask him! Jesus Christ. Fuck!

I'm trying to have my auditions

and he's in here banging a pot

'cause he thinks he's in the band!

I am in the goddamn fuckin' band!

You're not!

Ricky, what the fuck you talkin' about?

You're not in the band.

It's in my trailer, think about it.

I have to be!

Listen to him!

Alright, I'm the manager, you're fired.

Why?

Because I said so, that's why.

You're fuckin' firing me?

Ricky, you don't have time for this shit anyway.

Come on, let's go!

You're a fuckin' asshole,

and you're a bigger fuckin' asshole.

You know what? I didn't wanna be in this

stupid goddamn fuckin' band anyway!

- Good! Good! - It's shitty.

- Smells like shit in here. - It's not shitty.

- It sounds good, Bubs. - Bro smells like shit.

- It doesn't. - All the music's just,

it's all covered in shit, Bubs!

Sorry about that, fellas.

This is, let's just do the country music, please.

None of that funky stuff.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1.

Okay, we're gonna have to work on it.

We're gonna have to work on it.

So, how did it go?

It looks like you made some tough decisions?

Well, not really.

I mean, most of the people that showed up today

were completely fucked, so these are the guys I'm left with.

I mean not 'left with',

I mean, it's who I would've picked anyway,

probably, I mean,

unless somebody way better hada showed up.

You know?

Not that there is anybody, you know, better,

but there could be.

There probably is somewhere in the world.

There's always somebody better than you, right?

You're not probably the best interviewer on the planet.

I mean, not that you're shit,

you're doing quite well,

but that's what I'm trying to say.

Yes, that's the band, and I couldn't be happier.

And, um, how are you guys feeling about being Shit...

rockers?

- Good. - Good?

- Yeah, good. - Good?

So, what is your first order of business

going to be as a band?

Well, I mean, now that the Shitrockers are official,

I can probably start gettin' these babies out!

You know?

I don't know if "Thumbin' And Drinkin's" gonna be first

or maybe "Fur Biscuits."

Actually, no, "Kitties Are So Nice"

is on Longhauler so that'll probably be the first record,

double record.

Sorry, I'm confused.

You already had a band called The Shitrockers?

I thought this was new?

Oh no, I made these album covers years ago.

Just hoping that, you know, some day I would have a band

where we could make the actual records that go in there.

You know, all the song titles are on there too,

look at that.

Now, I just have to write them!

Hi, can I help you?

Yeah, I'd like to drop this off

for the singer songwriter contest.

Got the winnin' song right here.

I'm sorry, sir,

but the submission deadline ended at noon.

What?!

Oh my fuck! I didn't see that!

Oh my God, could you just take it anyway?

I worked so hard on it!

I'm sorry, I don't make the rules.

I could get in trouble.

Oh my fuck! I can't believe this!

How in the fuck is anybody supposed to read that?!

It's written like that big!

Jennifer, baby, where's that package at?!

What's going on? Can I help you, sir?

- Oh my God, you're- - Richie fuckin' Spinz!

Yes! How you doin', man?

Is everything okay?

Well, I, uh, I, I was just...

He came to drop off a song for the contest,

but I told him he missed the deadline.

Yeah, I just...

I didn't read the fine print.

No fuckin' shit, Sherlock.

Is everything okay down there?

Yeah, I just, you know, if I... when I meet a huge celebrity

sometimes I, I gotta use it.

Well, that I am.

Understandable.

Is this the song?

Yes, that's it right there.

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by me at my own studio.

" Kitties Are So Nice! " Yes!

And on cassette!

I haven't seen one of these bad boys in a long time.

I tell you what,

you drove all the way down here,

Richie Spinz is gonna make an exception

at reception!

Really?!

Oh my God, that would be amazing!

I'm telling you right now, that's a hit song!

You just give it a listen.

Namaste, motherfucker!

Listen, Jennifer,

no fuckin' foolin', Daddy needs his meds!

Richie Spinz!

Oh my God! Where's your bathroom?

I gotta use it.

Oh, it's just around the corner.

Richie Spinz hugged me!

Oh my God!

That was unbelievable!

Did you guys see that?

Richie Spinz my new best friend!

That was unbelievable!

I mean, I did miss the deadline.

I missed it fair and square.

I didn't see it written in the small print.

But to have Richie Spinz himself bend the fuckin' rules

to get me in the comp--

I can't believe that just happened!

Richie Spinz, I'm gonna piss my pants.

103.5, Richie Spinz with the Afternoon Goons,

we're back!

Okay, hotshots!

You're not gonna believe what just happened

to Señor Spinz in the lobby.

I'm coming through there

and there's this guy wearing the thickest glasses

you've ever seen in your whole life.

A total Poindexter, man.

Loserville, population, this guy!

I mean, you could count rocks on the moon with these bad boys!

He had an underbite you can open a Corona on.

This guy's so nervous

he's pulling on his pants like a 3-year-old,

and I'm coming through the lobby,

he's having a complete meltdown with Jennifer

at the desk.

All because he's late bringing a song in

for the song contest.

A song on cassette.

Cassette?

Okay, get it on.

I need to hear this.

Here we go with,

"Kitties Are So Nice" by...

Bubbles.

You like it, Richie?

Oh, what did the sheep say about Bubbles' song?

It's baaaad.

Boom goes the dynamite!

You're a mean fellow, Richie.

Fuck you, Richie Spinz!

Cocksucker!

Arsehole!

Fuck Richie Spinz!

That coked up fuck actually said that?

Live on air?

Yes, he did.

Cocksucker!

What else did he say?

I don't know.

I don't even wanna talk about it.

He fuckin' went off, man.

He was talkin' about his jaw and how fucked he looked,

and that he was twiggling his nuts the whole fuckin' time,

and he may have ejasculated in his pants even.

- What?! - He's fucked!

I didn't even hear that part!

Well, he said it. I was in line at the liquor store,

the whole fuckin' store was laughin' their heads off.

Oh my God.

I told you, man, you should've gave him "Liquor And Whores."

I mean, the kitty song's all right,

- but it's, it's kind of fucked. - Ricky.

It's not fucked, Ricky!

Richie Spinz can go pound sand up the eye of his shrivelled up

fuckin' cock is what Richie Spinz can do!

He wouldn't know a good song if it crawled up his Hawaiian shirt

and fuckin' shit in his mouth.

I never liked that weird bitch even when he was popular.

- Bubs? Bud! - Bub's you okay?

Did you swallow some of those pins?

I think I might've!

Holy fuck!

So what is Shitrocking exactly?

What style of music would you consider it to be?

Well, Shitrocking,

that's a word my dad used a lot when I was a little guy,

and I wouldn't say it's like a style of music

as much as like an attitude, you know?

Like, my dad he'd get fuckin' right out of her

and he'd go down to the veterans halls

and it wouldn't matter who was on stage, you know,

as long as they were really into it

and just fuckin' givin' her, he would say,

"All these guys are shitrockin' tonight!"

Or if he was in the big rig, you know, drunk or whatever,

he'd always say he could never fall asleep at the wheel,

as long as there was good shitrockin' rockin'.

And what is your earliest memory of him using that term,

Shitrocking?

Um, probably,

probably referring to Buddy Hawley.

He loved everything Buddy Hawley ever did,

you know.

He'd always say "Nobody can shitrock like Buddy, you know?"

And then when they'd get on the liquor together,

apparently that was something--

Wait, wait. I don't want to interrupt,

but your dad knew Buddy Holly?

Yeah. He, he knew him quite well apparently.

I mean, I never met him

'cause he was long dead by the time I was born.

But, yeah, my dad spent a lot of time with him.

They hung out and,

and they used to 'get up to no good'

as the legend goes, you know.

My dad gave me one of his guitars when I was a little guy.

You're kidding me?

You own a guitar that belonged to Buddy Holly?

That's just incredible.

Yeah, I have it right here.

Look at that.

Uh, I don't remember Buddy ever playing a guitar like that

in any of the pictures I've seen.

Oh no, that's Buddy's guitar.

Look, he scratched his name in it right there.

Oh, okay.

I thought you were talking about Buddy Holly from Texas,

one of the pioneers of rock and roll?

Oh, Jesus Murphy!

No, not Buddy Holly!

H-O-L-L-Y. Oh my fuck. No. No.

If I had one of his guitars I woulda,

I woulda sold it and I'd be fuckin' rich!

No, this guy, Buddy Hawley,

he's an old drunk,

lived down the end of the park there.

He used to eat raw scallops out of his shirt pocket

and he had pet rats that slept in the bed with him.

Oh, okay.

And what ever became of him?

Oh, he, he died in prison

after he got convicted of revenge bangin' a priest.

Wow.

Yep.

Holy fuck, boys!

It's been a while since I drove on mushrooms.

I don't know how safe it is driving-

Look at the size of her, boys!

This is the big time.

I'm getting so fucked up tonight, Bubs,

you're driving home, buddy.

Ricky, don't get too fucked up

so that you ruin the goddamn show.

This is gonna be a fuckin' shaker, man!

Holy fuck, Bubs!

There it is, Bubbles and The Shitrockers!

No, it says Shitrackers.

What the fuck?

They must not have any O's, Bubs.

Smack my nob, is this real?

Look at it, I can't believe it!

I can't believe it!

Bubs, no, no, no, no. Come on.

That's not worth fuckin' cryin' over, all right?

Yeah man, people still know

that it's supposed to be Shitrockers.

There's no such thing as a shitracker anyway, is there?

What the fuck would that be?

Someone goes around collecting shit and puts it on a, a rack?

That's not what I'm crying about, boys.

I don't care about the letters.

Always dreamed of havin' my name in lights

and headlining this place.

And now it's happenin'!

I'm sorry, buddy.

It's pretty fuckin' awesome, man.

The least they coulda done is hose the shit off the sign tho.

What the fuck?

I don't think it's shit, Ricky. It's probably just mud.

Looks like shit.

Oh yeah, that's shit. That's human shit.

Ricky, why would you do that?

I didn't shit on it!

No, but why would you put your hand in it, man?

Good luck tonight, Bubs.

You're gonna be fuckin' great.

Ricky, that's his stage fucking clothes, man.

- Come on! - I'm just wishin' him luck!

- You wiped it on me! - I don't think I did.

Right before the gig!

It's okay. You can't smell it. It's fine. It's dusty.

Well, it looks like a cloth to me.

- It wasn't wet, Bubs. - Oh, you can smell it.

♪ We were out walkin', Just takin' in the day ♪

♪ When I got gawkin' At a lady's boob bouquet ♪

♪ And my gal got twisted, I said, "Baby think it through" ♪

Go dance.

♪ "I'm just focusing and I only got eyes for you" ♪

Yeah!

Woo-hoo!

Lookin' good, Bubs!

Oh yeah!

Frig off!

Ricky, fuckin' sit down!

Want a drink, buddy?

No, I'm okay.

Woo!

♪ Only got eyes for you ♪

♪ Baby, you know it's true ♪

♪ My irises desireses You in my field of view ♪

Oh fuck!

♪ I know it makes you blue ♪

♪ But don't you fret 'cause I only got eyes for you ♪

Yeah!

Woo!

♪ But don't you fret 'cause I only got eyes for you ♪

Sorry, ladies!

We're good!

♪ Don't you fret 'cause I only got eyes for you ♪

Yeah! Alright.

Let's get high!

Okay. Let's go get high.

Only Got Eyes For You.

How ya doing, buddy?

How did you feel it went tonight?

Well, I think it went pretty good.

You know, I mean,

it wasn't packed as you know but...

Hey, way to go out there tonight fellas,

you really knocked them dead!

Yeah, I thought we did, right?

I would say so!

Fourteen people, not a single fight.

You can't get much better than that!

Yeah, I mean, I never really thought of it like that.

No fights!

So the big question is,

would you boys be interested in playing some of the other

veteran halls, uh, in the province?

Same deal?

Yeah, we sure would. Wouldn't we, fellas?

Yeah!

Are you talking like...

The circuit? Yes I am.

Well, you got yourself a deal, Big Hawk.

Ah, yes sir!

Woohoohoo!

- Yes sir. - All right!

The circuit! Holy fuck, boys!

Can you believe that just happened?

What just happened?

The Shitrockers are going on tour, baby!

- Woohoo! - Yeah!

Woo.

Okay boys, let's get this baby loaded up.

I got 'er all gridded out in my head like Tetris.

This guitar right here is going up on top of the top rack

with the hamburger buns.

Okay, that's going up there. Gimme the bass drum.

Go right under the grease trap.

Alright, gimme that baby.

Hey guys, how's it goin'?

Hey, Randy, just gettin' the old girl loaded up.

It's very exciting.

You know what time we're hittin' the road?

What? What do you mean?

Well, I'm just wondering if you know what time we're leaving,

I need to plan my bowel movements.

Randy, when I asked you to borrow it for a tour bus, I...

I didn't mean you were comin' with the fuckin' thing.

I'm borrowin' it.

Well, it's my business.

I can't just shut it down for two weeks,

I need to make money too.

Oh my God. Well this is a big fuckup!

Well, what's the big deal?

You can still use it as a tour bus.

It's just, I need to sell burgers in the parking lot

at every show.

If I can't do that, I'm out.

Alright, here's the new deal.

If you're coming with us, you can sell burgers,

but only before and after the shows, not durin',

and you gotta sell the merch outta there,

and you gotta be a lugger.

What's a lugger?

You gotta lug the gear into the shows.

Help set it up.

And actually, you can do all the stage stuff

and tune the guitars. I'll show you how.

Like a roadie?

Well no, roadies actually know what the fuck they're doin',

but, okay, if you wanna be a roadie,

we'll call you Randy Roadie.

Alright, deal, Bubs!

Alright, well, start grabbin' fuckin' gear and loadin' it.

Hey, man.

Okay, boys, you guys, I gotta get the cat tree on

and all the litter boxes.

Litter boxes?

Yeah.

Woo! This is friggen awesome, Bubbles!

Two weeks on tour!

Yes, sir.

Bubbles And The Shitrockers!

- Yes. - Woo!

Shouldn't we be having some drinks

or talkin' about, you know,

drugs or somethin'?

♪ I had some toast and Some eggs to get me in ♪

Bing Clawsby's on the dash and I'm driving.

Well that's, that's where he goes, Randy.

They're free range kitties, Randy.

They'll go where they're goin'.

Some of my kitties are special needs kitties,

so I couldn't really leave them back at the park on their own,

you know?

Bing Clawsby here, he's got mental problems

so, you know, he needs belly work every couple hours

or he gets really, really nutty.

And Furton Cummings he gets the shits

if he eats anything after four, you know.

And then Cat Benatar,

she's a biter if you leave her alone so, you know.

He's an arm dangler, which is a,

this is a rare kitty.

You know, most kitties won't dangle on your arm

and look out the windshield.

But he just likes to do that,

I think 'cause he's not all there.

♪ Soon may the kitty-man come ♪

♪ With birds and mice And some tasty nums ♪

♪ One day when The critters come ♪

♪ We'll eat 'til our Bellies are full ♪

This is gonna be the best two weeks of our lives, boys!

Jesus Murphy! Is he gonna be okay?!

It looks like some kind of severe allergic reaction.

Um, do you know if he was exposed to any kind of nuts?

Or, or cats maybe?

No, I have no idea.

- Oh! - Oh shit!

He's going in anaphylactic shock, we gotta move!

What? What the fuck is that?

Shock?

Oh my fuck!

He might've had nuts. I might've been nuts.

No, it was the cats!

Shut the fuck up, Randy.

Jesus! I know it was the cats!

Anaphylactic shock?

I feel horrible.

I had no idea Travis was allergic to kitties.

I wouldn't have put him in there.

Hey, he had no idea either, huh?

I've... known... Travis.

For a really long time, Slug?

Right. And. I-

You didn't know he was allergic either?

Right.

This is unbelievable!

Unbelievable.

First show of the tour

and we're probably gonna have to cancel.

I don't know what else we can do.

No, no, no. I could probably handle the drums.

What? And not play the bass?

No, I think I can do both.

Both?

Hmm. Yeah.

♪ My new shed she's Got indoor plumbing ♪

♪ And hear that sound That's my heat pump hummin' ♪

What the frig?

♪ Got ninety six kitties But we're not slummin' ♪

♪ So listen up, buddy Imma tell you something ♪

♪ Livin' in my shed Is my wish ♪

Hey boys, brand new day!

Randy, here, take that fella.

Keep all the drum stuff together.

Cymbally goes with the stand.

That's-that's enough, isn't it?

Not carryin' that fuckin' thing all over.

Band leader.

♪ ...where my double Decker bunk beds live ♪

♪ Kitties, liquor, and dope ♪

Where am I gonna put the shirts though?

That's where we gotta figure out.

Maybe here and here?

I was gonna sell some of those

after I sell all the burgers, right?

We can do a combo, but I get the money

and you give away the burgers maybe.

♪ Well, some people live In big fancy houses ♪

How's everybody doin'?

We're Bubbles And The Shitrockers.

We're gonna get right into it here.

We're gonna rock it up tonight.

This is a song called,

"Home Is Where Your Shed Is."

Here we go, boys!

♪ Fucking pounded ♪

♪ Livin' in my shed Is my wish ♪

♪ Two hundred forty six Channel satellite dish ♪

Let's do a cheer for Travis welcoming him back.

Travis!

- Welcome back, Travis. - Welcome back, Travis.

Ah!

Hit it right there, Travis.

Woo!

Nice shot.

♪ Kitties, liquor, and dope ♪

♪ Home is where Your shed is ♪

Chug, chug. chug, chug!

Fine! Fine! Fuck off!

Wooooo!

Yeah! Woooo God!

♪ Livin' in my shed Is my wish ♪

You want two burgers?

Alright, that's gonna be ten bucks.

Do you want a T-shirt?

You'd look good in one of those T-shirts right there.

Bubbles And The Shitrockers.

♪ So do me a favor ♪

Geezus! We've gotta scoop this.

Like, don't you see the turds in it?

Hey, should we not be using that litter box ourselves?

Or is that just for the cats?

You didn't shit in the litter box did ya, Dwight?

I don't know if I did or, um, I dreamt it,

but it's a pretty clear picture.

I-I might have.

♪ Is where your shed is ♪

♪ Kitties, liquor, and dope ♪

♪ Home is where your shed is ♪

Off you go!

♪ Kitties, liquor, and dope ♪

♪ Home is where Your shed is ♪

Tour's pretty incredible really.

I mean, a lot more gruelling than I thought it would be,

you know, twelve fuckin' gigs in fourteen days.

That sounds like a dream

but she's a lot fuckin' harder than you think

when you start factoring, you know,

just eatin' greasy cheeseburgers,

drinkin' your face off,

after parties,

sweaty baloney sandwiches,

not sleepin',

just gettin' right out of her.

I mean, you know, it's,

it's sad it's comin' to an end.

It's-it's been like a dream come true.

But that's sort of life in a band, I guess.

Oh, hang on, fellas.

Sorry.

Sorry about that, I'll turn-

Oh, this is Julian!

It's Julian! Hey Julian!

What's going on?

Hey Bubs, what are you doing, man?

I'm still up drinkin'.

We've been up all night.

I'm doing an interview with the camera fellas.

Oh yeah, they still being dicks or what?

You're on speakerphone, they can hear ya.

I don't give a fuck.

Listen, man, I just booked you a show

that I think you're gonna be pretty fuckin' excited about.

A show?

I thought last night was the last one.

It is but this is a gig at the fuckin' penitentiary, man.

What? The penitentiary?

Yes, this is big time. Guaranteed crowd.

A hundred fuckin' people, man, at least!

We can make some serious fuckin' cash here, man.

How are we gonna make cash at a penitentiary show, Julian?

Don't worry about it.

I got some kind of a deal going with the guards, all right.

I thought you'd be way more excited about this, man.

No, I am!

I'm playing at the penitentiary!

Did you hear that?

Max security.

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Get them down ♪

♪ Spin them round ♪

♪ Tickle their bellies Not once but twice! ♪

♪ Kitties! ♪

Fuck you!

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

Thank you!

Play something good, for fuck sakes!

That was "Kitties Are So Nice".

We're Bubbles And The Shitrockers

from the Sunnyvale Trailer Park.

We're gonna do another song here.

This song's also about cats.

Fuck cats!

Cats can suck my fucking dick!

Play some fucking metal or something!

I don't think there's enough songs about cats.

You better play something these guys gonna like

and you better make it fast!

It's gonna get ugly back here!

Get him off of there!

I was just jokin' about the whole cat thing, fellas.

Is there anybody in here tonight that likes liquor?

I said, is there anybody in here tonight that likes liquor?

Yeah. Okay. And how 'bout,

how about ladies of the evening?!

This is a song right here called,

♪ Liquor and whores ♪

♪ Liquor and whores ♪

♪ Cigrits and dope and Mustard and bologna ♪

♪ Liquor and whores ♪

Holy fuck!

Jesus Murphy!

Ahhh!

So, how do you feel the show went in the penistentiary?

Well, I think it was awesome.

I mean, I don't think it's what we were expectin'.

You know, normally when you're going into a show

you're not thinking,

"You know, I could very realistically be murdered

by the audience tonight if I don't play what they want."

That's not a common concern I don't believe.

Yeah and under normal circumstances

you don't have an audience member yelling,

"I'm gonna turn your fucking ass into hamburger!"

And going like that and shit.

Apparently, one of the guards he took like a clip of us

playin' during the riot

and he put it up on the TikTok machine

and it's got like a million views or two million views,

something like that, which apparently is a lot.

- Yeah. - So who knows?

I mean, that stuff will just keep...

Bubbles, what's going on?

Oh, I was doing an interview

with the music fellas here, Randy,

but you fucked that up, I guess.

Oh, sorry, Bubbles.

But I got a call on the supervisor's phone.

I think you're really gonna want hear it.

What?

Hey mate, not sure if I have the right number

but I saw a clip of Bubbles And The Shitrockers

playing at a prison

and he mentioned the Sunnyvale Trailer Park.

If I got the right place and anyone there knows

how to get a hold of this Bubbles,

I'm a promoter in England.

I'm putting together a little run through of Europe

with Billy Bob Thornton's band,

The Boxmasters,

and I'm looking for an opening act.

He can hit me back on this number.

Cheerio!

Holy fuck, boys!

We gotta up our game!

We're going to Europe!

Billy Bob Thornton!

- Holy fuck! - Holy fuck!

Okay boys,

here's all the cities I'm gonna be in.

I made an extra itinerary that you guys can keep.

Keep track of me.

Awesome man,

just make sure you keep track of the door seats

like I showed you, okay?

Motherfuckers will try to rip you off over there, all right.

We'll settle up when you get back.

Man, this is a lot of cities. This is pretty fuckin' cool!

I know, Ricky! That's what I'm,

this is like a real fucking tour!

It's like I'm in the Rolling Stones or something.

Well not really, people know who they are, right?

But I know what you're saying. Totally.

Hey gang!

What time we leaving, Bubbles?

We're leaving right now, Randy. The taxi's here.

We gotta be at the airport, thirty minutes,

Shitrockers meetin' us there with the gear.

Let's go.

This is so friggen awesome!

Not with you going, you fuckin' stinky shit eating

water buffalo.

I'm actually glad I'm not goin'.

Frig off, Ricky.

Alright buddy, you keep your head up, all right?

- All right, Julian. - Don't talk to strangers,

look both ways before you cross the street.

Shit's opposite over there, remember?

- Right. - Oh, here.

And watch out for the fuckin' bikes, man, in Amsterdam.

- They're fucked! - Got this for ya.

Keep this on ya at all times just in case and-

Flashlight? Alright.

Here, I got you these.

Yeah!

Just in case you get some shit going, man.

There you go, rock star.

Those European strippers,

they're fucking wild, man.

You lucky bastard.

Yeah, okay, I suppose I should take them.

I am in a band, and bands do that.

Alright.

Alright, you sure you wanna do this, man?

I wanna do it, Julian.

I mean, I lived my whole life here

and when you think about it,

this isn't that much different

than what the old man used to do.

Going town to town, eatin' at truck stops,

stickin' to a tight schedule.

I'm kinda doin' what he did.

Well he'd be proud of ya, man.

Yeah, man.

I've been dreamin' about this day, boys.

I mean, when you think about it being in a band it's,

it's really like havin' a family.

Alright man, bring it in.

We love you, you big fucker, okay.

Alright.

There's nothing to worry about Julian,

he's a grown fuckin' man.

And terrorist attacks are way down these days anyway.

Terrorist attacks?!

Oh my fuck, I never even thought of that!

No, that's what I'm saying, there's nothing to worry about.

I mean, stab wounds are apparently

becoming a lot more common and

pretty much happen on a daily basis,

people gettin' their heads cut off and stuff.

- Ricky! - What?!

But bombs, all that shit?

Way, way down according to the news so that's good.

Bombings?!

Oh my fuck!

IS IS and IRS,

when was the last time you heard of them bombing anything?

- It's been a long fuckin' time! - Alright, that's-

That's enough! Don't listen to him.

Let's go, Randy, before I have a fuckin' fit!

I mean, there is a sniper on the loose right now,

but I don't think it's not gonna be where you're going.

A sniper?!

- Ricky! - You'll be fine!

What the fuck's wrong with you?

I just want him to be ready for anything.

What the fuck? You're scaring the fuck out of him.

Bye guys!

You fuckin' look after him, Randy!

I'll try not to get my fuckin' head cut off!

Or picked off by a sniper!

You'll be fine, Bubs.

You should be fine, buddy!

Just call us when you get there.

I'll cross my fingers for ya.

Love you!

I worry about Bubbles a lot.

I-I know he's a, a grown adult

and he can take care of himself and everything,

but he's, you know, he's naive sometimes.

You know, he's-he's got such a-a big heart.

He's such a genuine dude that, you know,

people can take advantage of him

and he doesn't even realize they're doing it to him.

You know, there's a lot of fuckin' assholes

in the world out there.

But he's gonna do what he's gonna do,

so what can you do?

Here she is, boys.

Holy fuck!

Holy fuck.

This is amazing, fellas.

I can't believe we're actually here.

You can't, dude, you've been to Maine,

I haven't even left Nova Scotia!

Boys, I've travelled everywhere.

Stick with me and I'll show you how it's done.

Look it now, oh my fuck!

- What? - Oh my God!

I think I left the itinerary thing on the airplane!

- Frig sakes. - Oh my God!

Are you kidding me?

Cock sucker!

Oh my God! Okay.

Nobody panic! Nobody panic!

We can deal with this.

Hi there, sir, could you help me?

I think I left all of our information on the airplane.

We're from Canada.

We're trying to get to, uh,

I think it was called Loo Va or somethin' or other.

Maybe Lee Va.

Va terminale?

Va? Like downtown Prague.

Ano, ano.

He knows, boys! He knows!

Terminale Autobus.

- That bus right there? - Yeah, yeah.

Boys, we're gettin' on the autobus.

Let's go.

This is it, the first gig of the tour.

This is exciting. Are you excited, Randy?

Yeah! Woo! Pra-gue! Wahoo!

Boys, I swear to fuck we've been by here already.

Have we not seen that building?

I think we've only made like four lefts.

Okay, we're on a loop-de-loop going left.

That's the airport!

And now we're takin' a fuckin' left.

This guy's fucked.

First show on the goddamn tour, and we're late as fuck!

Jesus Christ, don't let it get away on ya, Randy!

What the fuck, boys,

cuttin' it a little fuckin' close, aren't ya?

Hey, Bubbles, remember me?

Tom Mayhue.

I'm running Billy Bob's shit for the next couple of weeks.

- Yeah you're-- - Hey, you fucked up!

Don't make a habit of it!

You guys are on!

- Okay, I'm-- - Step it up!

Yeah, I'm sorry. It wasn't our fault.

Just so you know.

Come on, Bubbles. You can do this.

Okay boys, this is a big fuckin' night now.

Big night. We're in Europe.

Bring it in here. Bring it in. Okay.

This is, I mean, we started in Sunnyvale Trailer Park

and look where we are.

Boys, we're makin' it. We're makin' it here.

This means a lot to me and a lot to my dad.

Okay, so let's do this.

What are we gonna do tonight?

Shitrock!

Let's do it!

♪ And his last name is Beam! ♪

♪ And I ain't into Getting jacked, unless ♪

♪ Daniels is what you mean! ♪

♪ Boom! And this here treadmill Felt like it would kill me ♪

♪ Lord, it just ain't my scene ♪

♪ Yeah, there's only one Gym that I like to hit ♪

♪ And his last name is Beam ♪

♪ Yeah, there's only one Gym that I like to hit ♪

♪ And his last name is Beam ♪

♪ Yeah, there's only one Gym that I like to hit ♪

♪ And his last name is Beam ♪

Randy, when you change guitar strings

you can't just put any string on any-

Hey guys!

I'm Danny with the Boxmasters.

Hey!

- What a fucking great show! - Oh, thank you.

Wanna come up and see Billy?

Yeah, I'd love to.

You've met, have you met Billy before?

Yeah, me and Ricky and Julian shot a thing with him

years ago called Micro Ninjas. Yeah.

Come on.

Randy, come on up.

I'm not sure if he'll remember me or not.

I hope so.

Yeah, these guys are with me.

Hey, I like your beard.

If you don't let go of that cobra,

I swear on Christ Almighty's fuckin' nutsack,

that that bag of magic apples is going in the mulcher.

Right? And I said, do you understand me?

- Hey, Billy. - What?

I got Bubbles here.

I'm in the middle of a fuckin' story, dude.

Alright. Sorry, man.

And I says to him,

do ya understand me?

Well the cat freezes for a second

and I hit 'em right in the fuckin' face.

I can tell when somebody gets shit and when they don't.

Speakin' of people who don't get shit.

Anyway, sorry, Bubbles.

Hey, how you doin'?

Hey, nice job, man.

You guys were awesome tonight.

- Oh, thank you. - Yeah. Yeah.

Thank you. I mean, thanks for bringin' us out on tour.

This is unbelievable.

We're very fuckin' excited to be here.

Are you kiddin' me?

I mean, anybody that causes a prison riot

singing about whores and cats,

that's my fuckin' guy.

We did it.

We did that.

Mr. Thornton, it's a pleasure to meet you!

You know this guy?

Oh yeah, he's with me. That's, that's my roadie.

Randy. Randy Roadie.

Interesting. Yeah.

What's ya drinkin', bud?

Oh, I shouldn't be drinking right now,

I'm on antibiotics.

I was sewin' and I sucked some pins down my throat.

Now I got a,

a perforated rectum.

A perforated rectum? Wow.

Did you girls ever hear of a perforated rectum?

I have.

Yeah. This is Bubbles by the way.

Say hi to Bubbles.

- Hi. - Hi. How you doin'?

Well that's too bad 'cause the promoter guy's

got a little thing set up for us at a club tonight

and I was hoping you'd go with us.

Well, just 'cause I'm not drinking

doesn't mean I can't go to a party.

I'm in! We can go.

Yeah. Cool.

Well it'd be good to have you there.

And lemme tell you something,

the Czechs are fuckin' freaky,

I'm telling ya.

They're gonna love your ass, Tubby.

Oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ.

There's a bit of a stink comin' off him,

but I'll get rid of that before we go to the party.

Nice job. Yeah.

He may wanna wear a shirt, dude.

Oh, he can't wear shirts.

He's allergic to fabric from the waist up,

it's the weirdest thing.

Pants, no problem.

Shirts, rash.

- Really? - Yeah.

Two things I never heard of in one, like, two fuckin' minutes.

Right?

♪ I don't want nobody ♪

♪ Don't need nobody ♪

♪ I want you ♪

♪ Don't want nobody ♪

♪ Don't need nobody ♪

♪ I want you ♪

You guys have been awesome. Thank you so much.

You boys ready for this tonight?

- It's gonna be outta control. - It's gonna be awesome!

Don't fuck it up.

Boxmasters up here on the left, Shitrockers-

It's a pleasure, mate.

I love you, bud. Oh thanks.

It's so good to see you again.

I love you too. You guys ready to go?

- Yeah, I'm ready! - Yes.

- Well- - Where you going?

We're going to a wine and cheese party.

I don't really like wine and cheese.

Um, and what's the hook?

Well, full disclosure.

Remember when we were in L.A.

with the suitcase full of ping pong balls

and the face shield things?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, probably at the Wright House?

Or Marquee, one of those.

Yeah, I remember.

It's that kind of deal.

The wine and cheese is just for finger painting and shit.

- You know what I mean? - Okay. Further info.

- I'm telling ya - Oh my God.

It's a Czech sex party.

What do you say?

Well, okay, let's check it out.

Let's check it out. All right.

Oh, let me introduce you to this kid.

He's a sweet kid.

- Bubbles? - Hey Bubbles.

- Ronnie Wood. - Nice young man.

Ronnie Wood. Rolling Stones.

Yeah, that's right. That's right, Bubbles.

He's a sweet kid.

- Hi, guys! - I'm really honored.

It's an honor, sir.

Good to meet you, sir.

Nice to meet you, man.

Yeah, you've got your strap on.

- No, it's real. - He sure does.

Alright, let's go guys.

I think I'm just gonna stay. I'm really tired.

What the fuck are you talking about?

We're fucking going. It's fucking Ronnie Wood.

No, boys, I just got really tired.

I think I'm just gonna--

Bubbles, we're fucking going. Are you fucking mental?

- I'm just gonna- - Bubs, I gotta go.

Come on, Bubs. Let's go!

We've never been to a European sex party!

There's wine and cheese, Bubs!

Randy, let's just go to the hotel.

I'm tired.

Oh my fuck. Oh my God.

So what happened there tonight?

You had a bit of an accident?

Yeah, I pissed myself. I pissed my pants.

And I'm sure you saw it with the cameras

and everybody had a laugh,

and I'd appreciate it if it didn't go in your documentary.

Oh, it won't be in the documentary.

You know what?

I don't even give a fuck actually

'cause it's just somethin' that happens to me

now that I'm getting a little bit older.

If I get too excited I either hyperventilate

or I piss myself.

And it depends on the level of excitement

but obviously tonight it went to that level

with one of the Rolling Stones standin' in front of me.

But I feel that there is more to it.

Yeah, there actually is more to it,

you know that?

'Cause I always thought a band meant that,

you know, you stick together no matter what.

That's what a band is to me.

Ricky and Julian never woulda left me on my own there

to go to a Czechoslovakian sex club.

But those guys did.

They dropped me like a fuckin' hot potato.

Like a hot, pissy potato.

I know, I know. Yeah.

Oh, careful, careful.

Alright, have a good one.

Auf weinersen, my darling!

Hey buddy, how's it going?

You missed a crazy freaking party last night.

Czechoslovakian sex clubs are incredible!

Dude, you missed it, man.

This one girl, I swear to God,

she took an entire sleeve of six tennis balls,

shoved it right up her arse, man.

Shh! Just watch your mouth!

We're around the churchy types.

No, man, it was crazy!

I mean, she got the whole rig jammed up there

and just started firing off the balls like a fucking

artillery rifle or something.

It was like... Hard enough to crush the can!

- It was unbelievable. - It was...

Incredible, Slug, was it?

It was incredible, man. You fuckin' missed it.

It was crazy. Shit got crazy, dude.

Yeah, well, crazy maybe isn't what we should be doin'.

Maybe we should be takin' things a little more serious

around here.

Oh man, I'm sorry.

I thought you were kidding, dude.

I mean, come on! We're on tour, man.

We're in Europe.

Crazy is exactly what we should be doing.

No, no.

Playin' the fuckin' best shows we can play

is what we should be doing.

Like we sounded like fuckin' shit last night.

I thought we sounded pretty damn solid.

Oh did ya, Travis? You thought we were solid?

Well your timing was all over the fuckin' place.

It sounded like somebody threw a pair of work boots

in the fuckin' dryer, okay?

You know what? New rule, new rule.

If I can't go out, nobody goes out.

Come on, Bubbles.

We're just trying to blow off some steam.

Oh, you're gonna side with them are ya Randy?!

I thought you were my friend there, Tit Tassels?!

Well I am your friend.

But saying that we can't go out

unless you're with us is a little harsh, don't ya think?

I don't think it is!

It's my fuckin' band and my name on it.

And if everything goes wrong, who do people look at?

Fuckin' Bubbles, not you guys.

It's me that's in shit.

You know what? That's the new rule.

Sorry.

Frig sakes.

The Shitrockers don't seem to understand

how much fuckin' pressure is on a fellow

when he's the band leader.

You know? I mean, keepin' everything organized

and keepin' everything on the fuckin' rails,

it's basically like herdin' cats.

It's harder than that actually

'cause I'm very good at herdin' cats, you know?

It's all fuckin' fun and games to these guys.

They get all the perks and all the benefits.

But, you know, when shit goes wrong,

it's not them that everybody's pointing the fuckin' fingers at.

It's me!

Bubbles is the one who fucked up!

Errrrr!

♪ Well, dirty ol liquor ♪

♪ Is what usually keeps My ticker in check ♪

♪ I tried chewin tobaccie but It doesn't have the same effect ♪

♪ It just wasn't adding up ♪

♪ When all my friends Were telling me to quit ♪

♪ Then I realized they're All a bunch of drunks ♪

♪ And now there's more booze For them to split, yeah ♪

Yeah give it up for booze ya bunch of fuckin' drunks!

My goddamn band are a bunch of drunks!

Cocksuckers!

♪ In a moment you Can feel the need ♪

♪ But it takes years To trust the deed ♪

♪ Love isn't guaranteed ♪

♪ Because you Planted the seed ♪

♪ Time has served us well ♪

♪ Time will always tell ♪

Thank you so much!

And hats off to Bubbles And The Shitrockers!

We're so happy to be out here with them!

They're fuckin' awesome!

Those cats are amazing and we're,

and we're so humble to be with them.

Thank you so much!

Holy fuck!

Boys! Boys! Holy fuck!

You guys should have been out there.

The Boxmasters are unbelievable!

Billy thanked us on stage!

Whole crowd heard him. He said our name.

What the fuck?

That is fucking sick, man.

Are you guys hungry? Are you hungry?

There's this, all this food and stuff,

just help yourself. Got a bunch of stuff.

I don't know if we can any of that can we?

Yeah, of course we can, man.

Look, it says Green Room.

That means like, go!

You know, like anyone can have it, right?

We partied with Billy so fucking hard,

like we're friends now.

- He's not gonna give a shit. - Yeah.

Hi. Um, can I get an autograph?

Ah, yeah, sure.

I mean, I've never really signed an autograph before.

Not for playin' music anyway.

Ah, the show was amazing tonight.

Whose show? Our show?

Yeah. Who else's show would I mean?

Hear that, boys?

I'm glad you guys are havin' a good time!

Bubbles? What's it like being famous?

And having all this kind of stuff going on all the time?

Well, I mean, what you see right here.

It's like a constant fuckin' party.

Like rockstar type stuff.

Booze flying around, food, it's all free.

Yeah, but it must get tiring though.

Oh, tiring is not the word!

It's exhausting is what it is!

But you know what,

you got a big fuckin' crowd out there

and you can feel the energy,

the adrenaline starts going then you know it's go time--

Are we allowed to have more beers?

Yeah! Fuck it!

Have whatever you want! We're partying!

We're partying!

What? What the fuck's going on here?

- What? - Who drank the boss's shit?

Oh, the boys had a few of them

but we thought it was for everybody.

Yeah? Well you thought wrong!

Don't touch it again!

Okay.

Alright everybody, party's over!

Everybody out!

Let's go! Out!

Sorry about that.

- Out! - Sorry, everybody.

Strike One, Shitdick!

What the fuck is his problem?

What's his problem?

You guys drank all Billy's stuff!

That's his problem.

Oh, it's the fuckin' Green Room!

It's for everybody!

Oh, we partied with Billy, he won't give a fuck!

We did! We did!

Yeah, well he does give a fuck obviously!

Now we got a strike against us!

Correction, I got a strike!

Fuck!

♪ Breakfast beer ♪

♪ A breakfast beer ♪

♪ Taste so good a man'll Shed a tear ♪

♪ Make a dirty ol' Hangover disappear ♪

♪ The day is so much better With a breakfast beer ♪

♪ The day is so much better With a breakfast beer ♪

♪ Life is so much better With a breakfast beer ♪

♪ Breakfast beer ♪

♪A giant flat beer to eat For breakfast, all right? ♪

Hello?

Sorry, what's that?

You're the band playing here tonight?

Ah, we're one of them, yeah.

I'm with the Zeitung newspaper.

Actually, I'm a sports writer but the music guy is sick

so the paper sent me here to interview you instead

- To interview us? - Yes.

Oh my god. Boys, we're gettin' interviewed!

Yeah, we'd love to do an interview.

Just give us one second.

Gettin' interviewed by the German newspaper.

This is the fuckin' big time right here!

So is it like all of us talking or just him or like-

This is so fucking cool.

Well, we can all do it, boys,

but I'll do most of the talkin', okay.

I got more experience with this

and it's a lot harder than it looks,

believe me, you know.

It's very easy to get flustered

if you don't know what you're doin'.

Okay. So how have you been enjoying Berlin so far?

Oh, Berlin's lovely, isn't it fellas?

I mean, you know, it's not really what we expected,

but beautiful.

What do you mean?

Well, it's just more modern, you know?

It's way more colourful.

I mean, not that we thought it would be, you know,

in black and white

like you'd see in the films from World War II

or anything like that.

That isn't what I meant, you know?

I mean, that stuff ended long ago.

Hitler's long dead as you know.

You know? And I mean,

unless he made it down to Argentina

like that show on the History Channel said he might have,

but I believe he died in the bunker,

you know, like the official reports say.

What do you think?

Ah...

Oh, sorry.

Sorry. Can I just...

Hang on one second. Sorry.

Oh, it's Randy!

Hey Randy, what's goin' on?

What?! Kidnapped?!

What the fuck are you talkin' about?

What? What's the driver's?

What's he sayin', Randy?

Just, oh.

Oh my fuck. Can you...

can you talk to this guy and see,

see what's goin' on.

My roadie thinks he's been kidnapped.

Uh, yeah. Okay, sure.

Hello? Where are you now?

Oh, no. He just wanted a chesseburger.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, thanks.

Um, so the taxi driver is Russian

and he barely speaks German.

So your friend wanted a hamburger,

he was taking him to Hamburg.

Oh.

But I told him to bring him back here.

Oh, for fuck sakes.

Well at least he hasn't been kidnapped.

No, at least not.

Oh, you know what? Fuck! Can you call him back?

'Cause knowin' Randy he'll ask him how to get a fuckin' hot dog

and they'll end up in Frankfurt.

- You know what I mean? - Yeah.

What in the serious fuck is going on here?

We're just doin' an interview with the newspaper.

Yeah? Our Interview!

What?!

Billy and the band have been waiting for 45 fuckin' minutes

downstairs to do their interview

and they're not fuckin' happy!

Well, we didn't know that!

I'm sorry. We just-

Strike two!

Sorry about that.

Oh my fuck!

Jesus he's intense!

Hitler? Really?

Well I was just sayin', you know,

he's not around anymore.

I don't believe.

Just imagine, boys,

like they would've walked down this exact same street

just like we're doing back in the day, you know?

Totally unaware they're about to become

the biggest band of all time.

What band are ya talkin' about, Bubs?

What band am I talkin' about?

Do you even know what fuckin' city we're in, Randy?

Yeah, we're in Liverpool.

Right, we're in Liverpool.

So who might I be talkin' about?

The biggest band of all time from Liverpool?

I don't know.

Elvis?

Elvis?!

Are you being fuckin' serious right now?!

Well what is this, a frigging trick question?

Can we get some pints?

- Let's get some pints from here. - Yeah.

Yes. We can get fuckin', let's have a pint, boys.

Let's get some pints.

You know Randy, you're actually fucked in the head,

- you know that?! - I'm not fucked.

Raymond's like on his fucking, you know,

deal like ranting about the whole fucking deal.

So anyway, he says,

but all of a sudden she, like, makes a squatter up

and fuckin' loads one out about,

about like that he said.

A fuckin' thing about like that, you know?

And Raymond's like real serious-

Hey, well look who's here.

What are you creeps doing?

Oh, hey!

Fellas, what's goin' on?

Hey boys, how you doin'?

What you been up to?

Oh, just, you know,

out walkin' around lookin' at the stuff.

Yeah. So you've been seeing the sites, go around,

take all the little touristy things and all that shit?

Not like the full tours but we're goin' up and down.

I mean, just bein' here is unbelievable.

This street right here is where she all went down.

A lot of history, dude.

A lot of history over there, yeah.

Holy frig! I just realized it's you!

Wow! You just put a pair of sunglasses on and a hat

and you could sit here drinking beer

and no one even recognizes ya!

Yeah, 'til now.

I mean, dude, come on.

What the fuck's wrong with your brain?

Randy, why would you say that?

What? I didn't say Billy Bob Thornton for frig sakes!

Jesus Christ!

Now you did.

What the fuck, eh? Holy crap it is!

- It's Billy Bob Thornton. - Yeah, right.

What the fuck, mate?

We're massive fans!

Do you mind if we get a photo?

- Sure, yeah. Whatever. - No photos right now!

- Go on, mate. Go on. - Not right now.

Jesus Christ!

Hey man, sorry, did I get ya?

Yeah, only on both legs that's all.

Hey, good? Go on, love.

Okay, okay. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Can I pay for another pint with us?

No, sorry. Hey, thanks a lot, bud.

Fuck. Well, I guess that's the end of that.

Thanks a lot.

Fuck! Why would you say his name?

They're trying to be incognito!

Frig sakes.

You just keep makin' it worse, Randy.

Every fuckin' day.

Oh my God.

One, two, three, four!

♪ You're lookin' for some belly Work well don't be alarmed ♪

♪ I've got the friggin tools On the end of my arm ♪

♪ If you're feelin' low I'll Put my peanut in your jelly ♪

♪ No one's got yer back But who's got yer belly? Aha ♪

I'm on it!

♪ Well, people got milk And people got game ♪

♪ They're both refreshing ♪

Fret, Randy!

♪ When my baby gets my belly She sets me on fire ♪

Frig!

♪ It's 'cause there's ♪

♪ When I get your belly It's to show I care ♪

The Boxmasters were created in a basement studio

32 miles from their spiritual home of Bellflower, California.

Somebody's got this friggen wire wrong!

They added guitarist Mike Butler

and this became the original line up of The Boxmasters.

It doesn't make any sense!

What the fuck are you doin', Randy?

♪ No one's got yer back, but ♪

Who's got yer belly?

♪ Who's got yer belly? ♪ Come on, yeah

Thank you, guys!

Doesn't fucking matter!

Something goes wrong on that stage,

you come to me first!

I'm so sorry, Mr. Mayhue, I didn't know.

Not good enough!

If you don't know what the fuck you're doing up there,

stay the fuck off that stage. Period.

You sweaty little bitch!

Hey! Don't be fuckin' pushing my friends!

What are you gonna do, hit me?

I don't want to but if I have to,

I'll fucking crank ya one!

Well if you do it better be a fucking good one

'cause it's about ready to get fucking messy in here!

What are you gonna do?!

I just, I just don't want you pushing anybody that's all.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Keep that little rollie pollie fucker on a tight leash!

Thanks for sticking up for me, Bubbles.

Randy, can we just stay out of his fuckin' way, please?

He's gonna fuckin' kill us!

Oh my God.

I don't even know why I'm blessing myself,

I don't believe in him.

I never thought I'd ever say this,

but I may not be cut out for being on the road.

It's just one fuckin' bullshit thing after another.

It's, it's fuckin' relentless.

Jesus Murphy.

I'm gonna have to,

I'm gonna have to call Julian.

I didn't want to do this, but I don't see any other way.

No man, that's-that's hallucinating, man.

- Is that-- - It's not real.

Oh, right. 'Cause I thought hallucinatin' was you see,

little-little fuckin' characters-

Whoa!

Holy fuck! It's Bubbles!

No way.

Hey buddy, how's it goin'?

Bubs, how's it goin', man?

We're fucked on mushrooms!

I wish you were here, buddy!

Fuck, I can't use my phone. Just-

Bubs! Bubs!

Julian, I think I might be comin' home early.

Bubs, what's wrong, man? What's goin' on?

You know what? You should!

Just quit! Fuck it, man!

I mean, you tried and you failed.

No big deal. Who cares?!

Everybody fails once in a while.

Well, I didn't fail.

I just, you know,

I'm having fuckin' trouble keepin' the band in line.

And we royally pissed off Billy Bob

and that fuckin' Mayhue guy.

Mayhue?

What the fuck is that asshole doin' there?

He works for The Boxmasters,

and he's way fuckin' crazier than he was before!

Boys, I'm just like, I miss my kitties

and I, I miss my shed. You know what I mean?

I'm a million miles away from home and I just,

I I feel like I'm all alone!

Well, you are!

Ricky! Listen, Bubs,

you're not a million miles away from home, okay?

You're literally a six hour flight away from us, okay?

That's not a big deal.

Just relax. Take a deep breath.

Would you fuck off?!

I'm on the other side of the goddamn fuckin' planet, Julian!

You're not on the other side of the planet.

Look up, look up globe and take a look at that, okay?

You're just across the fuckin' pond, Bubs, okay?

It's not that far. Ricky.

But, um, look, man,

if things got bad enough,

we would be over there in a second to get ya, okay?

Really?

Yeah, man. You just gotta relax, okay?

We'll see how you're feeling tomorrow, buddy. All right?

Okay? We got your back.

Okay, well, I do feel better hearin' your voices.

I'll try to hang in there till the end, okay?

Fuck that, man!

Just fuckin' quit and come home! Fuck it!

I mean, no one here's gonna call you a loser.

Hey, I'm not a quitter!

Ricky? What the fuck is your problem?

No, listen to me.

Okay, Bubs, you just got a few shows left, you got this.

You can do this!

You are the Bubba Lama.

We have your back. You got it?

Okay. I think I can probably do it.

Maybe.

I love you, guys.

Love you too, man.

Love you too, Bubbly!

- Bubble-loo! - Bubble-licious!

Bubble Lama Lama Lama!

Bubble Rama Rama!

Bubbinator!

Bubble Love Me Love Time!

- The Baconator! - The Bubble Baconator.

Those stoned bastards!

Oh my God.

They are right fuckin' out of 'er!

Right out of 'er!

This texture.

Stop fuckin' around my bar, man.

More mushrooms?

- Yes, please. - Okay.

♪ I was feeling low ♪

♪ Drivin' extra slow ♪

♪ All alone, in a slump ♪

♪ Where the town Meets the dump... ♪

This is very beautiful.

What is it?

Oh, it's a song I've been writing about a cat.

You know, it's about this trucker

that finds this old wizzled up kitty out by the dump, you know,

sort of left, left for dead.

But he takes him home and cleans him up

and they become the, you know,

best friends for years.

But then the kitty eventually dies, you know,

like they do and, you know,

and I think about,

I think about Vince the Pince when I sing it

and I get a little,

little choked up, you know?

His name was Vince the Prince?

No, Vince the Pince like a, like a pincher claw.

He had one paw and I mean, it just looked like a,

looked like a lobster claw.

It was all floppy and gorgeous little paw on him, you know?

And I feel like he's with me and I just, I miss him.

I miss him every day.

♪ I wonder if he Misses me, I wonder ♪

♪ Who's gettin' His belly now?

Hope they got your favourite types of treats up there,

little buddy.

Hey buddy.

Man, that song is beautiful, bud.

You guys don't play that in the set.

What is that?

No, we don't, uh,

it's just one I wrote, you know, for myself.

I don't play it with the guys

'cause I don't know if anybody'd like it.

it doesn't really have a,

a hook to it or whatever, but...

It's fucking beautiful.

You ought to, man.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

How did you know we don't do it in the set?

Well, I watch you from backstage.

Why? You watch us play?

Well, fuck yeah. Every night.

I'm not a douchebag. I watch every show. Yeah.

My god. I didn't know that.

I mean, I, I watch you guys play every night.

You guys are unbelievable!

I appreciate it.

But yeah, that's a beautiful song, dude.

You have to do it, man.

Hmm.

Hey, listen, um, I'm going to talk to you a bit, alright?

Let's take a walk.

So, you're a sweet kid, I could tell that right away.

I mean, there's a certain innocence about you

that I just love.

And I know Tom is...

well, I know he gives you the corn, so.

- The corn? - Yeah, the corn.

He was shoving it up your ass a little bit.

You know, he's a bit too hard on you, buddy.

- You know he's a hard ass. - Huh?

You fucked my fuckin' dad!

Let me at the son of a bitch!!

Frig off, man!

What the fuck is goin' on?!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

This porky little bitch of yours banged my dad!

Danny! Look at me! Shut the fuck up!

What the fuck's going on here?!

He banged my dad!

- He banged your dad?! - Yeah!

Did you bang his fuckin' dad?

I didn't bang him!

Mayhue! Mayhue! Get the fuck out here!

What the fuck's going on here?

Give him the fuckin' corn.

I didn't bang him, he banged me!

No fucking banging anybody, girlfriends

- or their fuckin' dads. - Jesus Christ!

Oh my God. I'm sorry, everybody.

It's your last fucking warning!

- Oh my God! - Okay. So let's settle

the fuck down.

And you're a fuckin' pervert!

- Calm down! - Danny, stop it!

I'm sorry.

Come with me, buddy. Let's take a walk.

I'm sorry, Billy. Oh my god.

Your dad? He fucked?

He banged my fuckin' dad.

If you're gonna stare down the barrel

of another man's meat missile,

you better know who the fuck it is,

you sick motherfuckers!

Holy fuck!

I'm sorry, Mayhue.

Oh my fuck, Randy, what did you do?!

Are you fuckin' kidding me?!

I didn't know it was his dad!

I was just really horny, Bubs.

New rule!

You don't bang anybody, especially older men

where it could be his dad.

I like older men.

♪ She said what are you doing For the rest of your life ♪

♪ I gotta know before I give you my hand ♪

♪ I said I'm only thinking 'Bout the rest of the night ♪

♪ And tonight I got A five beer plan ♪

♪ Tonight I've got A five beer plan ♪

I'm sorry about that shit downstairs.

Keep our fuckin' eyes on these fuckin' creeps.

Yeah, I know.

Decent!

Thank you everybody!

Okay, we're gonna do a,

another little ditty about a kitty here.

This is a, uh...

Oh my fuck!

He's got a lot of cat songs,

- doesn't he? - Yeah.

This is no big deal, this is, uh-oh, ah, yeah, okay.

This is a song I wrote about a kitty that, that has...

Actually, know what? You know what?

No, we're done for the night, everybody.

Thanks for coming out.

Pack it up, boys! We're leaving.

What the fuck is that?

Nothing.

- Did you piss yourself? - No.

Give me that!

You fucking pissed your pants in the goddamn set!

No, I didn't,

I had a juice pack in my pocket.

It must have burst!

Jesus fucking Christ.

That's it! Your fucking done. You're off the tour.

Strike three!

Frig off you big bully. That's it!

Pants are comin' off!

Hey, fuck off, Butterball! I'll fight you too!

Leave him alone you fucking bully!

Errrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Bubs!

Back off!

What the frig?

Holy shit, that was straight 220!

Wake up.

Get him off my fucking stage!

Holy fuck, he shit himself!

Bubs wake up, buddy.

Fuckin' outta here. Fuck this.

Wake up, Bubs. Who's got yer belly?

I'm devastated. What can I say?

I mean, I embarrassed myself in front of all those people.

And Billy Bob hates me for sure.

So, I mean, it's just, it's awful.

I don't think he hates you, Bubbles.

I mean, everybody shits themselves.

Randy, I shit myself on his stage.

He's in the newspaper this morning.

They called them The Litterboxmasters

for Christ's sakes.

And they mentioned Billy by name

in conjunction with the incident.

Holy frig! You made the newspaper!

Ricky was right, you know that?

I mean, he said you're just a shitty band covered in shit

and that's what I've amounted to.

So, the dream's over.

The Shitrockers are no more?

Well, I can't imagine they're gonna

wanna continue back home after this fuckin' embarrassment!

You don't know that for sure, Bubs.

I mean, you know what? You paid for them to get home.

Yeah, with every fuckin' penny I had to my goddamn name.

I think you should call Julian. He could probably help us.

No, I'm not calling Julian.

Not calling him 'cause fuckin' Ricky will be there

and I don't need him saying 'atoadaso',

or whatever the fuck it is he says in these situations.

Not doin' it.

We're just gonna have to, you know,

be big boys and hitchhike.

We'll hitchhike to London,

maybe I'll play some songs along the way

and see if we can make enough money to stay alive.

Maybe get a plane ticket eventually.

You're gonna have to cut back on the eatin' though, Randy.

It's gonna be hard.

♪ I was feeling low ♪

♪ Driving extra slow ♪

Oh, nice, Randy.

Big enough?

And you spelled it right too.

They probably are looking at you going,

I don't want that stinky cocksucker in my truck.

What's in there? Did we make anything?

A little bit.

This guy's stopping, his blinkers' on.

Decent! Come on, Randy.

So you've been driving for a while or?

Have you been driving for a while?

Be on high alert.

Anywhere here is just fine.

- Frig. - Fuck!

That guy's definitely a serial killer!

Yeah.

John Wayne Gacy's cousin.

His Scottish cousin.

How much further to London?

Further, Randy, a lot fuckin' further.

Bubbles, this thing's 4,000 years old,

can't we just stop for a second?

Don't give a fuck, Randy. Gotta get to London.

Hey, Bubbles, look, shit!

Rockers. Get it?!

I'm gonna slap you in the tits in a minute, Randy.

This is fuckin' terrible!

Terrible!

Maybe hide your gut, it's probably scarin' people.

Put it over your belly. There you go.

That guy's pulling over!

Come on, Randy!

♪ That marmalade nose ♪

♪ Loved me hard ♪

What's the point, Randy?

Come on, Bubs. You gotta keep trying.

We gotta get home.

I don't think we're ever gonna get home, Randy.

I think this might be where we live now, bud.

I think we're from Blackpool now.

Come on. Keep trying.

Who's got yer belly? Who's got yer belly?

Cheer up, Bubs.

I got yer belly.

Who's got my belly, Randy?

My belly.

Come on.

I'll keep tryin'.

♪ Whose getting His belly now ♪

We got one, Randy.

How far are we going?

Right to London if we can.

It's friggen cold.

♪ I'd have nothing to lose ♪

♪ Unless I lost you ♪

Thank you. Thank you.

Holy fuck!

Oh, finally! Some warm air!

Holy frig!

I hope my nips go back.

They're like frozen erasers!

Well have you taken a look around, Randy?

Look at this place!

Keep your fuckin' head on a swivel around here.

Eyes open for stabbers.

For stabbers?

Are you still cold, buddy?

I'm not too bad right now, actually, you know, so.

Jesus Murphy! What was that?

Calm down! It was just a backfire, Bubs.

Okay, what are we gonna do here, Randy?

What are we gonna do? I'm freakin' out!

We should just get some food at a nice restaurant

and then we can think proper, Bubs.

- Some food?! - Yeah.

Are you outta yer mind, Randy?

We don't have money for food, that's every fuckin' dime.

Holy fuck!

- What the frig?! - We got robbed!

Frig off, buddy!

Oh my God. Okay.

I am officially freakin' out now, Randy.

Calm down, Bubs. Come, come, come here.

Get off the street.

Come on. Look, look.

Look at the shack.

It looks just like your shed, okay?

- Here, here, here. - Okay. Yes.

Go in there.

Yes. Maybe this will calm me down.

Get get warm in there, okay?

- Okay. - Alright, I got this.

- Don't worry, Bubs. - Small spaces.

- Small spaces. - Don't worry. Look.

Oh my God, Smokey.

You're not gonna do that are ya?

Gimme two hours.

I'm gonna suck and fuck us a couple plane tickets

back to Sunnyvale.

You stay here, okay? Get warm, alright?

Okay.

Suck with the wind, Randy!

You wanna party?

Fuck off!

Hey, you wanna party?

Go fuck yourself!

No. You know what? You know what?

Fuck this!

Hey, how's it going buddy?

Hey Bubs, miss ya brother!

Shit myself on stage...

Kicked off tour...

In London. Robbed!

No money.

Randy, suckin' and fuckin'!

Suckin' and fuckin'?

Bubs, you gotta calm down, man.

Take a deep breath. We can't understand you.

I am in London alone, Julian.

I'm abandoned.

I'm freaked out, and I need you to come get me.

I'm sorry, you gotta come right now.

Come get ya, man?

We can't come get ya,

you're on the other side of the fuckin' ocean!

What?!

You said you fuckin' could!

You said you'd be here in a matter of hours!

Bubs, we were trippin' out on mushrooms, man.

Yeah, we just said that to make you feel fuckin' better, man.

Oh my fuck! Okay!

I die in a phone booth in London!

This is how it ends for me right here, boys.

- This is it! - Alright, alright!

Just calm the fuck down, alright?

Do you see any street signs around ya?

Um, I think I'm at the corner of Brick Lane

and Brick Lane and somethin' or other.

Okay, I got it, man.

Do you see like any landmarks or anything?

There's a great big poster of like a scary, scary chicken

eatin' a fuckin' human eyeball, Julian. Okay.

Oh my God!

There's a sign that says Whitechapel!

I'm right where fuckin' Jack the Ripper lives, boys!

Jack The Ripper? Holy fuck, man. Run!

He's fuckin' crazy!

I saw a show on him.

He fuckin' guts people and then he ear fucks them!

Ricky, Ricky, would you shut up?

Just stay where you are right there, you'll be fine. Okay?!

We'll get there as fast as humanly possible.

Stay in the fuckin' phone booth.

Okay. Okay. Hurry, Julian.

Just fuckin' hurry.

I knew I never should have fuckin' let him go over there

on his own, man, I fuckin' knew it.

Go get packed.

How in the fuck are we gonna afford tickets to a plane?

Judy can hook us up.

Who in the fuck is Judy?

It's a stripper I'm bangin'. She works in an airline.

She's got these buddy pass things.

Said she'll hook me up anytime, man.

Alright, let's go get fucked up in London!

No big deal.

There's the chicken poster.

Holy fuck!

Bubs?

Fuck, he's dead!

He's not dead. Bubs! Come on!

Let's get you outta there, man.

- Julian! - It's us.

Thank fuck you're okay, man.

I was worried about ya.

- You're here! - Oh Jesus, Bubs.

You didn't run into that Jack The Ripper cocksucker,

did ya?

No.

Fuck, the way Julian was talkin' you're in a war zone.

It's actually really fuckin' cool here.

It's a lot scarier at night, boys, believe me.

Alright, let's get the fuck outta here.

Where's Randy?

Ah, I lost him. He he took off.

Oh, well. Too bad. Let's go.

No, we're not leaving Randy. He wouldn't leave me behind.

You just said he took off on ya.

No, Ricky.

He's gone with the hat and the glasses on trying to make money.

Randy's roamin' around here as Smokey right now?

Jack The Ripper's definitely gonna get his big,

long fuckin' meaty murder fingers inside of him.

Like deep.

He'll be fine. He'll make some money.

He'll come home when he wants to, all right, let's go.

No, it's not the way this works.

We're not leaving Randy behind.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Bubbles.

Alright, how the fuck do you propose we do that now, huh?

I don't think he coulda got too far, boys.

I mean, surely somebody will recognize him from these.

We'll stay one night,

but if we don't find him by the mornin',

we're the fuck outta here.

We're gonna find him, Julian.

If we're staying in London tonight,

we are definitely getting fucked up!

It'd be a shame to come all this way

and not sample the local drugs, boys.

Alright, let's get the rest of these fuckin' posters up.

And then can we find a fucking pub

where I can find some rum, please, huh?

- Yes! - Alright.

Fuckin' Randy.

Randy!

Who gives a fuck?

Like fuck him!

Hash, weed, mushrooms, anyone?

- You got hash? - Let's go up there.

- Any weed? Mushrooms? - Come on. Come on!

Does anybody in this fuckin' town have any hash?

Seen a guy, no shirt,

looks like a fuckin' gorilla walkin' around?

I haven't. Not around here.

Maybe over there.

Hey boys, I got a few more made. Okay.

The guy in there he said down here it's all burger shops.

Who gives a fuck?

Guarantee that's where he's gonna be.

This is fucked!

Well, Ricky, what the fuck do you...

Hang on.

It's an unknown number.

Well answer it. It could be fuckin' Randy.

Hello?

Hey Bubbles, it's Billy.

Billy? Hey, how you doin'?

Oh, I'm I'm good, buddy.

How did you get my number?

Well, I'm with your buddy, uh, Waylon,

your bass player, and he gave me your number.

Waylon?

Um, listen, I just wanna tell you something.

I'm really sorry the way this went down

and, uh, I miss your presence around here, buddy.

So where are ya?

I don't know.

I think down in the sort of the Jack The Ripper area.

Well, I'll tell ya, send me the address.

I'm gonna send a car for ya

'cause I gotta surprise.

We're at a real cool after-pary

and I wanna bring you to it, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Alright buddy, we'll see ya in a bit.

Okay, see ya Billy.

Boys, that was Billy Bob Thornton.

He's sending a fuckin' car for us.

- What? - Where the fuck we goin'?

My drink is officially flat.

I need some drugs or this trip has become a complete failure.

Well, he said it's a fuckin' party, boys,

I'm sure there's drugs and liquor in here.

Where the fuck are we, at The White House?

Wrong fuckin' country, Rick.

Okay, hang on. Just wait.

Oh my fuck, boys!

We're at Abbey Road!

Is that good?

This is the real Abbey Road!

I don't think I can do this!

What are you talkin' about? Yes you can, man!

There's definitely free booze in there, Bubs.

I'm gonna lose it, boys!

No. You know what?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You're not pissin' yourself again, are ya?

Nope.

Not a chance, Ricky.

You know that collar I wear of Vince's on my wrist?

I'm wearing her somewhere else.

What? On your cock?

She's cinched down tight, baby.

Let's do this!

Let's do this.

Hey Bubbles! You made it, man.

Danny!

Who's this dick sandwich?

Ricky, that's him.

That's the guy?

Randy banged his dad?

Ricky! Keep your voice down.

It's a touchy subject.

Hey Danny, how's it goin'?

Good, man. How are you?

Good to see you.

- Going in here? - Yeah, in here, bud.

So you ready for this?

What the fuck is that smell?

Fuck, boys!

Abbey Road Studio 2!

♪ I was born with this skill ♪

Holy fuck!

- Ricky! - What?

Cheap Trick are sittin' right there.

Holy fuck! Oh my...

The first time I banged in my trunk

I was listening to your fuckin' fire song with the flame.

You guys are good!

There's the bar. Let's go.

Waylon, what are you doin' here?

I told you I was tight with Billy, man.

- I told ya. - Does nobody smell that?

I'll take ten double Rum & Cokes,

easy on the Coke though.

Real fuckin' easy, alright?

You guys gettin' something?

Yeah, shove the fuck over there, turtle tits.

What the fuck? Calm down, mate.

Why don't you go paint some cocks on telephone poles

before I shove a fork right through your fuckin' nose!

Bring it, pretty boy. Fuckin' bring it.

I'll fuckin' end ya, you little cunt.

- Oh, you're gonna end me? - I'll put both of you fuckin'--

Hey, guys, what's up?

Hey, Bubbles, I'm glad you made it.

Thanks for thanks for bringing us in here, Billy.

This is unbelievable!

I know, it's pretty awesome, init?

This is my friend Martin, by the way, guys.

Yeah, Yeah, yeah.

I know who that is, Martin Freeman.

Okay. Come on.

I thought Morgan Freeman was black?

Not Morgan Freeman, Ricky.

Hey, listen, I want you to meet my buddies.

This is Bubbles, everybody.

Hey.

Hey, you're the guy who pissed himself.

No, he shit himself.

Yeah, well that was me but...

You shit yourself?

I did, Ricky!

It's amazing to meet ya! Look at this, boys.

Hey, it's no big deal, mate.

Thanks, Ronnie.

So yeah. Hey Mayhue, come here.

What did I say to say to him?

Hey, sorry for throwing you off the tour.

You're not the first band creep that piss and shit himself.

I guess everybody deserves a fourth chance.

I appreciate that.

Is that guy with his hairy ass hanging out,

is that Randy?!

That's what we've been smelling.

It's Randy's shit, boys.

...dressed as a clown.

And then there's the Terminator,

and then a policeman.

Two shots, please.

One second, Billy.

Yeah, okay.

Oh, Bub's! Holy frig! How you doin'?

What the fuck are you doing here?

We wasted the entire day looking for your hairy ass!

What am I doing here?

What are you guys doin' here?

Excuse me, excuse me.

We came to save Bubbles 'cause you fuckin' abandoned him

by Jack The Ripper's house.

I should slap you tits right off you fuckin asshole!

Whoa! Hey, whoa, whoa!

Who are these ruffians, Randall?

These guys they're from Sunnyvale Trailer Park.

Sunnyvale what mm what?

The Randy that you thought you knew is dead now.

Randy has been reborn as Randall.

And he is mine.

Perfect.

Randall loves when I do whale songs

- in his ears. - Oh yeah.

We're getting along really good, guys.

He likes it when I blow on his little Jelly Tot nipples.

What kind of drugs are you guys on?

Three, two, one, boring!

Randy, let's go and play Space Invaders

on my vintage video console.

Okay. Don't leave without me, guys!

What the fuck just happened?

I don't know, Ricky, but I'm freakin' out like...

I'm in Studio 2, like, with these people in this building.

This is like a fuckin' dream, boys!

Must be a bad one, is it?

- What? - Well, you're cryin' and shit.

No, Ricky.

No, I'm not cryin' 'cause of that.

It's like, it's like we're on sacred ground, Ricky.

This is where the greatest music of all time

was recorded right here in my opinion.

Fuckin' Helix recorded here?

Not Helix, Ricky,

the greatest music of all time!

This is like, it's like being in a fuckin' fairytale!

You just don't get it, man.

Do you?

Well, yeah, kind of.

It just looks like a big dumb old room to me, I dunno.

It's not though, man.

I've always dreamt of recording here.

Like that's why I have Tabby Road Studios,

it's named after this.

Then you have to. You have to record a song here.

Oh yeah, Ricky,

I'd love to someday, if I can save up the money

and it's booked years in advance.

You can't just record here.

No, I mean, you need to record here right the fuck now!

What?!

Okay, strange things!

Fuck off!

Shut the fuck up!

Just fucking stop!

Okay. I need everybody here to shut the fuck up.

That's right, shut your big fuckin' fancy mouths.

Ricky, don't do this!

Bubs, I got this.

My name is Ricky, and you're gonna shut the fuck up

or I'm gonna start smashin' everything in this room

and I might even punch a couple people in the face

in the process.

You're definitely gettin' punched in the fuckin' face.

That's my best friend over there, Bubbles.

He's been kind of fucked around the last couple weeks.

He got kicked off a tour

'cause he couldn't help pissin' himself

in front of all the celebrities.

He's actually got a cat collar

cinching around his cock right now

so that he could come in here

and not piss all over you people.

Ricky, what the...?

Bubs, I said relax. I got this.

He's always dreamt of recordin' a song in here

and Bubs you're my best friend, buddy.

I love you, and I'm gonna make this happen for you.

Fuck.

Get up here, Bubs!

Ricky! Jesus Murphy!

Does anybody in here know how to work this recordie shit?

Put your hand up, please!

Mr. Burns? Okay.

Get the fuck up here, you scarf wearing old cunt.

I might be able to help you if you promise

not to smash the bloody place up.

So you know how to work this stuff?

I do.

Well let's get it going then, Dick Clamp.

All right.

There you go, mate.

Try this.

Alright.

Are you sure you know what the fuck you're doin'?

Like shouldn't he be singin' into the top of that?

- Ricky. Ricky. - Ah...

He knows what the fuck he's doin'.

It's Eddie Kramer.

He recorded fuckin' Jimi Hendrix and Led Zeppelin.

And The Rolling Stones and The Beatles.

Did you ever record Helix or Trooper?

Never.

Well, I'm not fuckin' impressed.

Ricky.

I'm sorry about that, Mr. Kramer.

I think your work's fantastic.

Thank you.

- Keep going. - Okay.

Look guys, I know this is a big ask,

but I mean, he's a sweet kid

and all he's ever wanted to do is have a song about cats.

- Really? - Yeah.

He's obsessed with cats.

The musical?

No, just fuckin' cats.

He's obsessed with 'em.

- Oh. - Yeah. One way or the other.

The point is, is you guys are here,

he's all nerved up and shit, you know?

So if you don't mind to lend a hand,

maybe encourage him a little bit.

- Yeah, yeah. Cool. - Alright? Cool.

Okay, thanks everybody for the,

for the being quiet stuff.

This is, this is unbelievable.

I'm gonna sing a song I wrote about the greatest thing

that's, that's ever lived.

This is a song called,

called "Kitties Are So Nice".

Right. Let's get this bloody show on the road, shall we.

Hang on a second.

Are you sure this is the song you wanna sing?

Are you positive?

I think so, shouldn't I?

Well, I don't know. It's your song, okay?

Okay.

You sing whatever the fuck you want to sing.

When you sing that thing backstage,

it moved me.

I swear to God, it moved me.

- Really? - Yes, it did.

Well, I mean, I have a song

that I've never played for anybody, ever.

And I mean, when I sing it,

it makes me cry 'cause it's about one of my old kitties, so.

Bubbles, listen to me.

When you sing from the heart, good things happen.

You got that, right?

- I I think so. - Okay, good.

Go get 'em, buddy.

Okay.

Okay, um, forget what I said before, everybody.

This is a song about,

about findin' the courage to,

to be your own person.

This is a song called,

"Standing On The Shoulders Of Kitties".

Whenever you're ready, mate.

Let's do it when you're comfortable.

Yep.

♪ I was never picked to be the First one to play on the teams ♪

♪ Thinking that someday I'd Be cool was just a silly dream ♪

♪ I was always fine just living Letting time pass me by ♪

♪ But standing on the Shoulders of my kitties ♪

♪ I'm learning to fly ♪

♪ And I'll fly high ♪

♪ Cause kitties catch you When you fall ♪

♪ Kitties are the ones Who know it all ♪

♪ And kitties love you And they don't leave ♪

♪ Kitties are the Only thing that helps ♪

♪ When life gets so hard You can't breathe ♪

Thank you. Thank you.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, buddy, that's a sweet little song, man.

That's really nice.

And you did it, you sang from your heart

The only thing is,

it's like a fucking minute long.

I mean, is there any more of it because...

Oh yeah, no, I gotta write more of it.

I didn't, I probably shoulda mentioned I only have a verse

- and a chorus. - Yeah. Yeah.

You need to do a whole song for all these people.

- Well, yeah, that... - Yeah.

So, uh, Ronnie, what's up, buddy?

Hey, you know it's a nice little song, but...

You know what I would do?

What?

Something like...

♪ Sometimes when you're On your own ♪

♪ You really need a friend ♪

♪ Kitties know Just what to do ♪

Yes! Yes!

♪ Sometimes when you're On your own ♪

♪ And feel like It's the end ♪

♪ A kitty's love can Make things new ♪

♪ Don't cry ♪

Yes! Decent!

That's... that's a song.

Come on.

Holy fuck, that's turnin' into a song!

Oh my God!

Yes! Yeah, that's nice that.

What?

Nice. Nice.

Fuck! Duff! That's Duff!

I know, right? That's him.

Ah!

I told ya man, they love ya, Bubbles.

Hey, maybe we could do like a big outro thing,

like get everybody singin',

maybe like "A Kitty's Love Is All It Takes."

Two, three, four!

Let's let's sing.

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Decent!

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Boys! Boys, come up!

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Blah, blah, blah, yeah, Bubs?

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Woo!

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ All you need is love From kitties! ♪

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Woo! Shit rocks!

♪ A kitty's love Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Holy fuck!

Decent!

Kitty! Kitty!

Ronnie, what did you think about tonight?

What'd ya think I thought?

I don't remember.

I don't remember.

Mr. Kramer, how do you feel about the sound?

Bloody marvelous.

Ah, that was a very weird thing.

I mean, I'm not quite sure

that they're, um,

meant to be here?

I don't mean in England,

I mean sort of out in the community.

But, so yeah, I,

I'm a bit confused by it.

I dunno how Billy knows 'em, but um...

Am I okay with Bubbles?

I love Bubbles.

I mean, he's, uh,

he can be a little fuckin' weird,

you know, but...

I mean, who's not?

It was fuckin' awesome.

And I feel great because

none of this would've happened without me.

What are ya talkin' about?

The only reason why we're here is--

Because of my pot plant!

I am the manager.

That's why we're here.

I started this band!

Who's got a drink? Who doesn't?

They may have won the battle

by taking Randall back to Sunnyvale Trailer Park.

But I will win the war.

Randall, I'm coming for you,

my little Shnooky-kins.

You got Ronnie Wood,

you got Rick Nielsen,

Billy Bob Thornton,

but you got Bubbles too.

Bubbles. I mean, Bubbles.

Oh, I mean,

if somebody told me fuckin',

you know,

30 years ago that I was gonna be

in Abbey Road with all these people

and you know,

playin' this song

and they're all helping me out,

I would've fuckin' said

"Suck my nuts from Sunday to Monday

'cause it's not true."

And it happened!

It fuckin' happened here tonight

at Abbey Road. Unbelievable!

♪ ["Kitties are So Nice"

by Bubbles and The Shitrockers] ♪

♪ Every day, I thank the Lord ♪

♪ And maybe Jesus as well ♪

♪ For helping me turn my shed into a kitty cat hotel ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Get them down Spin them round ♪

♪ Tickle their bellies Not once but twice ♪

♪ Kitties kitties ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

Fuck, I love kitties.

♪ ["The Wrong Week to Quit Drinking"

by Bubbles and The Shitrockers] ♪

♪ Well I had me a lady But she done took off ♪

♪ My cigarette pack is empty But she left me her cough ♪

♪ I ain't showered in days People say I'm stinkin' ♪

♪ I sure picked the wrong week To quit drinkin' ♪

Step right into the saloon, ma'am. Watch your step

Hot Country 103.5.

Richie Spinz with the afternoon goons.

We're back! Okay hotshots,

I'm gonna get real with you for one moment.

If there's a single word that describes

the Richie Spinz philosophy, it's integrity.

And that's how I knew the moment Bubbles walked into my life

the kid had hit written all over him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. That's not how I remember it.

You are rewriting history here, Richie.

Was I or was I not the first DJ

to play Bubbles for the first time?

- First time any DJ played Bubbles-- - That's selective memory.

Case closed! Fake news!

Alright, from Tabby Road to Abbey Road,

"Standing On The Shoulders Of Kitties",

number one with a bullet!

by Bubbles!

Lay off the cocaine, buddy.

Boom goes the dynamite!

Richie, you need help.

I know.

Fuck!

- Oh fuck! - What the fuck?

Fuck! Fuck!

Jesus Christ!