Original subtitles

A new school year, Blanche. A new era.

If the Russians can put a man in space,

just imagine what our young American minds can do at Rydell.

(THEY CHORTLE)

- This is going to be a wonderful year. - Wonderful.

(SCREECHING TYRES - CRASH)

- Miss McGee! - Blanche!

Spendin' my vacation in the summer sun

Gettin' lots of action and lots of fun

Scorin' like a bandit 'til the bubble burst

Suddenly it got to be September 1 st

Woe is me

All summer long I was happy and free

Save my soul

The board of education took away my parole

I gotta go back, back Back to school again

You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three

I'm gonna be there 'til then

I gotta go back, back Back to school again

Whoa, whoa, I gotta go Back to school again

She's late again.

I think being late demonstrates terrible leadership qualities.

- I'm not waiting. - Here she is.

We're gonna be late. Let's go.

Geometry and History is just a pain

Biology and Chemistry destroys my brain

Don't they know that I deserve a better fate?

I'm really much too young to matriculate

Well, Mama, please

Your child's come down with a fatal disease

Mama said, "Come on, you lazy bum and get your butt out of bed

"You gotta go back, back Back to school again

"It's bye-bye, fun Get your homework done

"It better be in by ten"

I gotta go back, back Back to school again

Whoa, whoa I gotta go

Back to school again

Senior year, the home stretch.

My dad wants me to go to junior college after grad.

- Nerd junior college. - What are you gonna do?

Sleep.

What are you gonna be when you grow up?

A burden on society.

- Hello, Miss Mason. - Hello.

- Ready for a great new year? - I love your hair.

- Oh, thanks. - (BOTH) All 300 pounds of it!

- Hello, boys. - Good morning, Miss Mason.

I'd love to see all of you in Music Appreciation.

I'd like to see all of you in Music Appreciation.

- You just might. - I think I'm in love.

Oh, my hair!

- Excuse me. Let me through. - What are you doing?

- Watch it! - Nerd!

- Michael? - Frenchy?

(ENGLISH ACCENT) Hello. Hi. Thanks for meeting me.

When your cousin Sandy said you were coming to America,

I said, "Any cousin of yours is a cousin of mine."

- She said you'd know the ropes. - Ropes are my specialty.

I dropped out of Rydell to go to beauty school,

but flunked Tinting when my hair turned pink.

Pink?

The Pink Ladies pledge to act cool

To look cool and to be cool

'Til death do us part Think Pink!

Hi, guys.

Your mother!

But now the most important thing in my life is skin care.

- So tinting's out and skin care's in. - That's why I'm back at Rydell.

To get my Chemistry so I can mix my own cosmetics.

Makes sense.

I got my books together and I dragged my feet

And then I saw this angel Boppin' down the street

I said, "Hey, pretty baby, how's about a date?"

She said, "I'm goin' to school and I can't be late..."

Hey, basketball. You caught it! How tall are you? Never mind.

We'll put high heels on your sneakers and make you centre.

Go catch that! Oh, boy! Basketball, basketball!

(CHEERS AND WHISTLES)

Whoa, whoa, I gotta go

Whoa, whoa, I gotta go Back to school...

- Thank you. - Give it back!

Hey, have a nice trip.

(LAUGHTER AND CHEERS)

(RAUCOUS CHATTER)

Yeah.

Hold it, Birds.

Comb.

Door.

- Make way. - Pardonne-moi!

Gentlemen, start your engines.

I gotta go back, back Back to school again

Whoa, whoa, I gotta go

Back to school...

(FRENCHY) You're going to love Rydell.

... again!

(BELL RINGS)

From the front, it's a perfect nose. From the side, it doesn't belong on this face.

So dump the face and keep the nose.

- What's the new look, Sharon? - Jackie Kennedy.

It only landed her a president.

The magazines say that JFK secretly prefers the Marilyn Monroe look.

Hi, Johnny. I really like your hair in the back. It's really cool.

- Thanks. - Still giving lube jobs.

- Stuff it, Goose. - What's the story, Stephanie?

Yeah, what's the story?

Sorry!

- You know the story, Johnny. It's over. - Yeah? Yeah? That's not good enough.

- Don't make a scene. - There's no scene.

- Johnny! - What's the scene?

- There's no scene, all right? - Sorry!

- Hi, Louis. - Hello to you.

What's this? The Vince Fontaine National Library?

Quiet, please!

Laugh, you jerks, but wait till I turn up on "National Bandstand".

You may turn up on the bandstand, but your beak will still be turning down.

- You're mean. - I gotta do it.

The nose goes. "Bandstand", here I come.

I wouldn't fool around with Mother Nature.

- You did with everyone else. - Shut up!

- Meet me at the homeroom. - Pants!

- Hi, Paulette. - Hi, Willie.

Hey.

Excuse me.

(TALKS SLOWLY) How long have you been in America?

A week. I'm staying with my aunt and uncle.

Oh. These are the lockers. Take a locker and lock it.

Because these guys will steal every...

...thing. - Thanks.

What do you think you're doing?

- Just putting things in my locker. - His locker!

- Excuse us. - No one touches these lockers, OK?

- You can't read? That spells T-Bird. - Which spells us.

- This is a protected landmark. - A slice of American history.

(HUM IN UNISON)

- Dig? - I think I understand.

Good. A real Einstein.

My name's Michael Carrington.

I'm the Duke of Earl.

This is your new locker, Shakespeare.

- A perfect fit. - We're being invaded by foreigners.

- Are you OK? - Yeah, fine, thanks.

- Don't let these guys bug you. - I won't, don't worry. Ah...

- When are you going to grow up? - The nerd invaded our sacred turf.

I want to talk. Meet me for a smoke after class.

I quit. It's bad for your health.

- Standing me up is, too. - Says who?

The Sturgeon General of the United States.

(WHISTLES AND CAT CALLS)

All right, everyone take a seat.

I got mine. You loved it.

God, watch the nose!

(PLAYS: "SWANEE RIVER")

Good morning, Rydell, and welcome one and all to a new school year.

I know this is going to be an exciting and stimulating year for all of us.

First, I'd like to welcome back our own Mr Spears,

who made such a miraculous recovery from the mental exhaustion

which sent him to the hospital last spring. Welcome back, Mr Spears.

We're all rooting for you.

(SCREAMS - LAUGHTER)

Now, Rydell is very proud of her extra-curricular activities,

so please come out for band try-outs.

If you play an instrument, it's better to play with a group than with yourself.

Auditions for the June Moon Talent Show will be held next month.

Come out one and all. You could win 100 long-playing records.

Last but not least, we are fortunate to have a straight-'A' student

all the way from England, by the name of Michael Carrington.

(MASON) Stand up, Michael.

All right, now, all say hello to Michael Carrington.

Hello, Michael Carrington.

Let's have a wonderful year.

Rydell High, beat the Cavaliers!

(ALL CHANT) Rydell High, beat the Cavaliers!

- What's the story with Johnny? - I outgrew him over the summer.

He hasn't lost the hots for you.

He hasn't learnt when you're dead, lie down.

- There's more to life than making out. - I never thought of that.

(BAND PRAC TISES: "MOON RIVER")

Michael.

Michael!

- I heard you play piano. - Where did you hear that? I can a bit.

Then you must play for the talent show audition. I won't take no for an answer.

- (FRENCHY) Michael! - Well?

- OK, I'll do it. Why not? - I think he's kinda cute.

- Virgin alert! Virgin alert! - All male periscopes down.

- How's your first week been? - Great. Yours?

There's a fascinating world of chemistry out there.

Yeah, I know. How well do you know that Stephanie Zinone?

Stephanie Zinone is one of my very best...

Uh-oh. Michael, there's something you don't understand.

Stephanie Zinone is a Pink Lady.

If you're not a T-Bird, which you are not, you can look, but don't touch.

Michael, I wouldn't even look.

Well, then, how do you become a T-Bird, then, eh?

Well...

Football is like life, you gotta push.

You gotta push and elbow. Come on! Push those men out of the way.

Elbow 'em, then bite 'em, then rip 'em, then chew 'em up.

Come on, push!

Push, push!

Attaboy! Chew 'em up. Come on! Don't you have any...

Come on. You're a bunch of old turkeys. Can't you push?

Ah... ah... ah...!

You said push.

- Look. - What are they doing here?

(JEERING)

- Nogerelli. - Balmudo.

These cockroaches will invade our turf once too often.

We should take care of them tonight.

- (VOICE CRACKS) Tonight, we bowl. - You're lucky. We're bowling tonight.

I like that.

(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)

You'd better write your will, boys.

- Hey, baby, check your oil? - Hi, hot stuff.

- Hey, are we bowling tonight? - That's right.

- And Paulette... - Yeah, Johnny.

- I want you to look special, dig? - No problem.

(BAND: "WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN")

Whoo! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

- Hey, Johnny! - Yeah, Johnny!

- Way to go, Johnny! - Hey, do not mess the hair.

- I'm sorry. - Hey, Paulette. Whose side are you on?

- Our side. - Then don't fraternise with the enemy.

- Mark that a strike. - You hit two pins!

It's a technical strike because these chicks were late. Read the rules!

- Read 'em and weep. - That's not fair.

- This bra's killing me. - You wish.

You gotta put your fingers in the holes.

I'm not breaking my nails.

You got something going with Paulette?

I'm giving her therapy for her disease.

- What disease? - Nymphoidmania.

(GIRLS CHEER)

- What's the final score? - That happens later tonight.

Last game, winner take all. Agreed?

Just shoot the ball!

Shoot the ball!

Come on, everybody Gather round

I'm gonna show you how to knock 'em down

When I'm on the ball I'm the number one

And I'm gonna show you how it's done

Let's bowl, let's bowl Let's rock 'n' roll

Hey, come on Let's get the show on the road

Let's bowl, let's bowl Let's rock 'n' roll

You're sittin' on a bomb That's about to explode

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

If you're lookin' for a fight Then the time is right

We're gonna wipe the floor With you tonight

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll We're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl

We're gonna score, score, score, score, score... tonight!

Waa-aah...

Hey, Paulette, take a look over here

I'm your kingpin, honey And I'm gettin' in gear

Hey, Johnny, Johnny Go for that strike

And I just might be your baby tonight

Let's bowl, let's bowl Let's rock 'n' roll

Hey, come on Let's get the show on the road

Let's bowl, let's bowl Let's rock 'n' roll

'Cause the stakes are high And the winner takes all

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

Don't get sore when you lose tonight

We're gonna show you how to do it right

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll We're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl

We're gonna score, score, score, score, score... tonight!

You bowl me over Bowl me over

You bowl me over She's hot tonight

You bowl me over Take a hike

Get a strike

Ten, nine, eight, seven

Six, five, four, three, two, one!

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score

Tonight

We're gonna score

Tonight

We're gonna score

Tonight

"Always be courteous when asking for a game.

"Hi, want a game? Howdy, fellas, let's bowl some balls.

"Bowling, anyone?"

- Another well-deserved victory. - Yeah, but where's the trophy?

Right here, Johnny.

Oh, kissies.

That's for best average. Now what about for best score?

- God! - Touchy!

- What about the trophy for best score? - I ain't no one's trophy.

Oooh!

She ain't no one's trophy! So that's how it's gonna be now, Miss Independent?

Yeah, independent. I kiss who I want, when I want.

I could kiss the next guy who walks through that door.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Be my guest.

Let's eat.

- I vote for pizza. - You vote for bed. It's past ten.

- Go home and leave me alone. - Bed stinks.

- Is it too late to join the game? - You want something?

- Food! - Food!

- Food! - Food!

- Life stinks. - Are you talking to me?

- Yeah, you'll do. - Great.

The name's Michael Carrington.

The name's Dolores. Dolores Rebchuck.

Some call me Woodchuck or Upchuck, but I prefer Dolores.

- Got it? - Got it.

They think they're cool 'cause they got wheels.

- (PAULETTE) Dolores, go home. - Looks like we don't make the grade.

With them it's all these weird codes and rules and pledges about cycles.

You gotta be a biker or a biker's old lady. Without a cycle, forget it.

- Pisses me off. - We're in the same boat.

I sure can't afford a cycle without a job.

I'm willing to negotiate.

I offered to be a Pink Lady mascot. It ain't the coolest job, but it's a start.

Think they'd listen? Forget it. Pisses me off.

It's late. I'd better walk you home.

I don't need a babysitter, OK?

Why not think of it as a date, OK?

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

Come on. When I'm in 12th grade, I'll be head of the Pink Ladies.

They'll rule the school. They'll be the best.

We'll have the best-looking jackets. I once tried to put letters on this jacket.

They fell right off.

It was really embarrassing 'cause it happened in front of my sister Paulette.

- (SCREECHING TYRES) - (HORN BLARES)

- Morning, Mr... - Stuart.

- You could've killed us, Rhonda. - Good move.

- Imagine dying a virgin! - Oh, God.

- Nosebleed. - Nurse, room 11.

- Good morning, I'm a substitute for... - Good morning, Miss McGee.

- Good morning, Miss... - (GASPS)

Mason.

- This is Mr... - Mr Stuart.

I love your hair, Miss Mason.

Thank you, Mr Stuart.

Miss Mason will help you while you're learning the ropes.

- My pleasure, I'm sure. - I'm sure you're sure.

- I'm a substitute for Mr... - Spears.

Follow me.

That's why we're gonna win this talent show. 100 long-playing albumens.

- But we got zero talent. - There must be ten Roy Orbisons there.

The greatest hits of Beeth-oven?

Good morning. My name is Mr Stuart and I'm your substitute teacher.

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

- Let's have a cigarette. - Yeah.

- Uh-um. - Mr Nogerelli. I've been looking for you.

Hello, Miss McGee. You're looking lovely today.

There has been a rumour, Mr Nogerelli,

that motorcycles have been driven across our school lawn.

I know that couldn't have been you, Mr Nogerelli.

I'm sure you have more respect for grass than that. Right?

- Hear this. No more! Understood? - Mm-mm.

Good. Do you smell something burning?

Mr Nogerelli...

I guess you sure told her, huh, Johnny?

- Water! - Sorry, I'm sorry, Johnny!

I'll kill you!

- OK, we're ready. - Good luck, girls.

The try-outs and we're the first. I hope I don't blank out. Now!

His loafers were Weejuns

His chinos were black

With a cute little buckle

That fastened in back

These are my girls. There's some good breeding up there.

And that is so important.

- Hey, what's happening? - Hey, Woodchuck.

Dolores, all right? What's happening?

"Brad".

Does this song stink, or what?

Don't know what possessed me

But I gave him my address

- And my heart shook with fear - (BACKSTAGE CHATTER)

As I prayed that I'd hear

From Brad

Hear from Brad

(SHARON) I won't let a little hard work come between me and 100 LPs.

We're calendar girls. You have to get into your seasons, become them.

Rhonda, you're fall. Give me maturity, give me ageing...

- Give me a break. - Lunchtime.

Then at yesterday's tea dance

My day turned to night

Muffy Rogers was wearing Brad's pin

I could just die

Thank you, but we haven't got all day.

- But these are my girls. - I know, dear. Next!

OK, OK, we're almost ready.

I want everybody to sing their ah, ah, ahs.

Take your music. Do I have to do everything myself?

Are you ready?

Ah-ha-ha...

I'll be your girl for all seasons

All the year through

- Hello. - Hi.

- Are you free after school today? - I'm free every day.

It's in the Constitution.

- OK, we're ready. - Sharon Cooper and the Seasons.

- (DAVEY) Ouch! - If you fall in the fall you'll see

September can be heavenly

- Eugene, ready with the leaves? - Ready.

When autumn leaves are falling from the tree

(RHONDA) I'm sick of being a tree.

- That's enough. Thank you. - We still have three more seasons!

- I need the stage for my Drama class. - Oh!

Sharon, what about tonight?

- How about a hamburger later? - I'm busy.

- How about tomorrow? - Busy.

So maybe you can explain about the bowling alley.

- You just don't kiss a guy and... - It was just a joke. Forget it.

- Let me give you a hand. - I can manage.

- I think he's in love. - I think he's cute.

I think you should shut your yaps.

You forgot this one.

- Thanks. - The day after tomorrow?

(SIGHS)

Stephanie...

Look, when are you gonna get the picture?

If you really want to know

What I want in a guy

Well, I'm lookin' for a dream on a mean machine

With hell in his eyes

I want a devil in skin-tight leather

He's gonna be wild as the wind

And one fine night

I'll be holdin' on tight

To a cool rider

A cool rider

If he's cool enough he can burn me through and through

Whoa, whoa

If it takes forever

Then I'll wait forever

No ordinary boy, no ordinary boy is gonna do

I want a rider that's cool

That's the way it's gonna be

That's the way that I feel

I want a whole lot more than the boy next door

I want hell on wheels

Just give me a black motorcycle

With a man growin' out of the seat

Then move aside

'Cause I'm gonna ride

With a cool rider

A cool rider

If he's cool enough he can burn me through and through

Whoa, whoa

If it takes forever

Then I'll wait forever

No ordinary boy, no ordinary boy is gonna do

I want a rider that's cool

I don't want no ordinary guys

Comin' on strong with me

They don't know what I'm lookin' for They don't know what I need

You're gonna know it when he gets here

'Cause the ground will be shakin'

I'll do anything to let him know that I'm his

His for the takin'

I want a cool rider

A cool, cool, cool, cool rider

I want a cool rider

A cool, cool, cool, cool rider

I want a C-O-O-L R-l-D-E-R

English, I got something scholastic to discuss with you.

What I'm saying is you're Mr History, right?

I got this essay on the fall of Rome. I didn't even know they were in trouble.

- What are you driving at? - Papers for paper.

Essays for cash?

- So that's it. - What's what?

- It'll have to be a motorcycle. - Good idea. Invest in a cycle. So?

- You've got a deal. - All right.

When we make the drop, not out in the open like this.

I got a rep to protect.

It's open.

Your uncle said you was back out here. What is this joint?

- It's his nuclear fallout shelter. - Yeah?

- You got that essay? - You got the cash?

This is a neat joint.

A nucleoid shelter. It's private, good for homework

and other activities involving student bodies.

Mm-hm.

Can you handle a couple of History assignments also?

- I'll try. - OK, and remember, this is between us.

- I got a rep to protect here, OK? - Yeah.

William the Conqueror, by the Goose.

Oh, God.

Nobody, but nobody, knows this happened, dig?

Whatever you say.

That's very nice. Nice penmanship.

Remember. I got a rep to protect. OK, Shakespeare?

(TAPPING)

Reproduction.

It's very simple, but yet very important.

Now, what is the best time of the month for a woman to conceive?

Mr...

...Jaworski.

- What's "conceive"? - You know, to be fertile.

- What's the best time? - Ask Nogerelli.

- Mr Nogerelli? - Ask Goose.

- Mr Goose? - Ask Dimucci.

- Mr Dimucci? - What?

Conceive. What is the best time?

At night?

I can see that we're not getting very far.

I got the same problem.

- Morning, everybody. - Good morning.

Good morning, Mr Stuart.

- Let's start at the beginning. Page one. - Open your book.

- "Where do babies come from?" - If you need me, I'll be right over here.

Do we need this for the exam?

The parts of a flower are so constructed that

Very, very often the wind will cause pollination

If not, then a bee or any other nectar-gathering creature

Can create the same situation

Yes, anything that gets the pollen to the pistil's right on the list

I'll try to make it crystal clear

A flower's insatiable passion turns its life into a circus of debauchery

Now you see just how the stamen gets its lusty dust on to the stigma

And why this frenzied chlorophyllous orgy starts each spring is no enigma

We call this quest for satisfaction a what, class?

A photoperiodic reaction

Oh, that's good That's very good

Hey, I'm lost. Where are we?

Chapter two Page five

Reproduction Reproduction

Put your pollen tube to work

Reproduction Reproduction

Make my stamen go berserk

Reproduction

I don't think they even know what a pistil is

I got your pistil right here

Where does the pollen go?

Get back here. Get into your seats.

Next chapter.

Now, in an abstract way, the same thing applies

to the reproductive organs of the more complex life-forms.

But we are now dealing with sexual response.

Are there any questions before we begin reading?

Is it possible the female member of some sex on a couch

Could, like, get this guy all hot and she never even knew it?

Negative

When a warm-blooded mammal in a tight little sweater

Starts pulling that stuff she's saying that she wants to do it

Can't prove it by me

'Cause they change their tune when you got 'em in the back seat

With his heart beatin' fast They make it sound like a track meet

Gross! Yeah...

... Then all they can do is say, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

Reproduction Reproduction

Baby, give it to me now

Reproduction Reproduction

Is that all you think about?

Reproduction, come on, baby, show me that you really love me so

I think I'm gonna throw up Where does the pollen go?

Mr Goose, please be seated.

The human is the only being capable

of consciously controlling his number of offspring.

Are there any comments on that?

I was wondering if you could tell me where she lives.

- What is this? - Mr Stuart

Is it true that guys like you, you know, mature and all

Carry some protection with them for sexual occasions?

Oh, God!

Can a girl just do that thing in a book

Where she adds up the days of her, what do you call it, mentalstration?

Oh, that's really neat!

Yeah, and what if a guy says the numbers don't add up right, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Reproduction Reproduction

Hope he's proud of what he's done

Reproduction Reproduction

He was only pokin' fun

Reproduction

See what happens when a boy and girl don't know how to play it safe

Reproduction Reproduction

Reproduction Reproduction

Reproduction Reproduction

Reproduction

Where does the pollen go?

(LAUGHTER)

Learn anything, Steph?

What's the rush? Gotta take a pill?

Try to remember that their bodies are more developed than their minds.

- I understand. - They have drives.

- Lustful drives. - I understand.

Good.

- Hi, Mr Stuart. - Hi, Mr Stuart.

- May I speak to you, Miss McGee? - What about?

I've missed my last two periods.

That's all right. You can make them up after school.

Where does the pollen go?

Nice one, Davey. That does it.

Yep. Follow me.

Quite a selection here. All very, very serviceable machines, young man.

One or two were my personal transportation a few spare parts ago.

A little elbow grease and any one of these beauties is a fixer-upper.

- You got yourself a bike. - Great.

- And you're gonna need these. - Thanks.

Good luck.

(S TEPHANIE) Cool rider

A cool rider

If he's cool enough he can burn me through and through

Whoa, whoa

If it takes forever

Then I'll wait forever

No ordinary boy, no ordinary boy is gonna do

Bollocks!

I want a rider that's cool

Oh, Michael! Michael!

- Good to see you, French. - What were you trying to do?

I'm trying to ride that motorcycle without bloody well killing myself.

Wait a second. Michael!

Michael, this isn't for... Stephanie?

I'll be yours in winter

When the snow is on the ground I'll warm you through December

And I'll always be around

Ah-ha-ha...

- That will be all for today. - Blanche!

Wait, we still have some more seasons.

We have to start with winter because Paulette's late and...

...she was late again today, but she's here now and we'd like to do summer.

Sharon, will you stop yelling? You're in the show.

- (SQUEALS) - Next.

The Preptones.

Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

These are my boys. Look. Good, clean-cut American boys.

I know.

Then tell her that her lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

- That was wonderful! - Yes.

The T-Bones.

Birds. T-Birds.

Hum hum hum

We're goin' prowlin' Walk, talk like a T-Bird

These are my boys.

Walk, talk like a T-Bird tonight

Oww!

- Prowlin' - Thank you.

- That was just wonderful. - It was very nice.

We could work a little bit on the harn-omies. Catch you later.

Thank you.

My mom wants you to come over for a psaghetti at your convience.

Thank you.

- Practise over mid-term break. - Practise?!

I'll be yours in springtime When the flowers are in bloom

We'll wander through the meadows In all their sweet perfume

Aa-ha-ha Aa-ha-ha

I'll be your girl for all seasons

- Disaster! - What? We blew it?

No, we made it. But we're the worst.

- We'll get unworst. - Liverwurst.

- How did we get in? - They recognised natural talent.

Everybody made it. They didn't have enough acts.

Get him!

Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum

Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

Make her the cutest that I've ever seen

Give her two lips like roses in clover

If we are gonna win that grand prize, we've got to get it together like that.

But with class.

- I want the Roy Orbisons. - You'll get 'em.

Please turn on your magic beam Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

- I'm talkin' only weeks before the show. - I'm talkin' winnin' albumens.

- I'm talkin' progress. - I'm not talkin'.

Scum!

Balmudo's out front and he's all alone.

Tilt! My turn.

Your turn after we tilt that crater face, Balmudo. Come on.

- Comb. - Louis, be careful!

Smoke.

Light.

Comb again.

(MOCKING LAUGH)

Come on, action out front. Balmudo's gonna get his face mangled.

- All right. - Oh, my gosh!

Hey, where is that rat-face, Bal?

You lookin' for a rat-face, mouse-brain?

Get that mutha!

Who, who, who's that guy?

Who, who, who's that guy?

He came out of the darkness in the middle of the night

Blazin' like a mutha with a fist of dynamite

He ain't foolin' no one on that pile of chrome and steel

Burnin' up the pavement like he was some kind of wheel

He's lookin' for a rumble and some heads are gonna bust

He's gonna take a tumble with one solitary thrust

The only thing you guys are gonna do is eat his dust

Who's that guy? Where did he come from?

Who's that guy? Hey, tell me someone

I never knew anyone could be so cool

Who's that guy? What's so amazin'?

From headlight to tailpipe His burners are blazin'

Looks to me like he could really fly

Who's that guy?

Who, who, who's that guy?

Who, who, who's that guy?

Who's that guy?

He wears a pair of goggles like a man from outer space

It really doesn't matter that I haven't seen his face

We're gonna wrap those handlebars around that neck of his

The punk is gonna get it When we find out who he is

Everybody wants you when they don't know who you are

If you're a man of mystery it really takes you far

Everyone around you thinks that you're a star

Who's that guy? Where did he come from?

Who's that guy? Where can I get one?

They never knew that I could be so cool

Who's that guy? On that motorcycle?

What would they say if they knew it was Michael?

Looks to me like he could really fly

Won't somebody tell me?

Who's that guy? Who's that guy?

Pretty cool stuff.

(POLICE SIREN)

Everyone inside... We bowl!

- All right! - Yeah, we bowl!

- Hey, Dimucci, did you see that? - Yeah, I saw it.

- Come on, Steph. - I'll catch you up.

- Hey, what's eatin' you? - Nothin'.

You know, Steph. There's been talk.

We haven't been talkin',

but there has been talk questioning your loyalty to the Birds.

Doesn't mean you gotta go steady with Johnny. I think it's better that it's over.

Yeah, but the code does say we're T-Bird chicks, at least till grad.

Let's go, Louis.

Maybe I'm tired of being someone's chick.

Tired of being someone's chick? Are you feeling OK?

- Yo, Ritter! - Yo, Goose!

- I don't know what I'm feeling. - Have a ciggy. It'll make you feel better.

(GOOSE) Those guys are show-offs.

I hate those matches from the liquor store.

Oh, thanks.

Looks like he could really fly

Won't somebody tell me

Who's that guy?

Who's that guy?

Want a ride?

(POLICE SIREN)

Some other time.

Who's that guy?

Who's that guy?

Who? Who? Who?

Whoa, whoa, whoa Who's that guy?

I heard there was this motorcycle chase outside the Bowl-a-Rama,

and according to Paulette Rebchuck,

this very mysterious and gorgeous guy

knocked Stephanie Zinone right out of her bobby socks.

- How do you plead? - I am guilty.

- Great. But now what? - We've got a problem.

On that motorcycle, in that gear, I knocked that girl out of her socks.

- But like this... - You'll knock her into her socks.

Simple, I have to tell her. Next time I see her... Come here.

Next time I see her, I'm going to walk up to her and say,

- "Steph..." - Uh-oh.

Hiya, girls.

- Your boyfriend's here. - (GIGGLING)

- Having a facial? - Yeah.

Delish!

- Steph. - What?

- Do you? - What?

Have you... ever read a Superman comic?

- Not in the last few hours. - I was just checking. Right?

Just checking.

- He needs the guidance counsellor. - Rhonda, you got a nose job.

- I walked into a door. - So she says.

- (SIREN) - Attention, attention, please.

This is a test. I repeat, this is a test. Please do not panic.

Nuclear war is like football: If the Russians throw the bomb,

you intercept it and ram it down their end zone.

It's like life. Somebody throws something, you throw it back.

Please proceed to your nearest shelter.

Boys to one side, girls to the other. Run, run, run!

- Blanche, please do not panic! - Miss McGee, it's so loud.

Please do not panic.

(CREAKING HINGES)

How did you talk me into this?

- You trust President Kennedy? - Of course.

All right. Kennedy says we gotta be prepared for a nucleoid war.

- It's nuclear, Louis. - Yeah. Nuclelar, nucular...

...a bomb's a bomb.

- (CLANKS AND LOCKS) - (SHE GASPS)

This is an official fallout shelter bed.

Hey, you gotta be prepared, 'cause some day, when you least expect it...

Ka-blam! Nucleoid war!

(SIREN)

- What's that? - It's started.

America is calling

Let's care enough to give our very best

What's happening?

The Russians are attacking. Get down.

For if we give our very best

I know that we will more than pass the test

- Get off me! - Think about it.

What if we died here tonight without ever doing it?

"Lt"? Oh, my God! Let me out of here!

Are you crazy? They're dropping bombs.

Yeah, let's do it for our country The red, white and the blue

It's Uncle Sam who's asking So your mother will approve

Tomorrow I'll be fighting And I'll win this war for you

Let's do it for our country Our country wants us to

- Oh, Louis! - Bullets are exploding

They'll soon be at the door

Give something to America you never gave before

Yeah, let's do it for our country

The red, white and the blue

Are you sure my mother would approve?

Your mother don't even have to know.

And you think we're old enough to go?

- All the way. - But, Louis, you might get hurt.

- Oh, God. - Think about it.

It would be like doing it for the Statue of Liberty.

- Or the Grand Canyon. - The New York Yankees.

For... Disneyland!

Let's do it for our country

The red, white and the blue

It's not a lot to ask of us Our parents will approve

You'll be a mighty soldier Before this night is through

Let's do it for our country We owe it to our country

Let's do it for our country Our country wants us to

- I'm ready. - Me, too.

- Hurry, let's sign up. - No, don't!

Oops! Guess you didn't get any, huh, Babooch?

Louis Dimucci! Oh, God!

Oh, how could you do this?

- That'll be about $1.60. - Will you get my windshield?

Yeah. Hold on. Just a second.

- Hi. - Hi.

Can I pay so I can get out of here?

Yeah, look, hold on just one minute, OK?

- Sorry. - It's all right.

OK, that's two, three, four, five.

- (MAN) Where are the maps? - What kind?

- (LAD Y) Street maps. - Yeah?

Hey, miss. What do I owe you?

Eh... 50 cents.

- How about that ride? - My windshield!

- You forgot our green stamps. - We're in a hurry. The maps?

Are you going to get this windshield or not? Come on.

- Honk it where the sun don't shine! - Where are you going?

Oh, I can't stop shivering.

Then hold on.

That's what's making me shiver.

- Great ride. - We're home.

Shoot.

- I can't stop shivering now. - Why?

Because...

- There's something I should tell you. - What?

- (RUMBLE OF ENGINES) - Oh, no. We've got company.

- Check this out! - I can handle these guys.

- He popped Balmudo. - Look who he's poppin' now.

When am I gonna see you again?

Friday night. The Talent Show.

Let's go!

Out front, you hear?

Talent Show?

(S TEPHANIE) How'd he know?

Hi. What are you guys doin'?

What's the story with the creep on the bike?

- What? - The creep?

- Yeah, the creep, the story. - (RHONDA) Shut up, Goose.

- (PAULETTE) Leave her alone. - Shut up.

- Let's have it. - What?

- The story. - I think...

We don't care, Sharon!

No chick of mine messes with no other creep except this...

...except me. - No chick of yours?

- Someone's jealous. - You never get jealous over me!

- I ain't jealous. - Stay out of my life, then.

I'm out! I catch you with that punk again, I'll rearrange his face.

He's a dead man. D-E-D!

You better decide who belongs to who around here.

- You're making a scene. - Because I'm getting mixed up.

You're embarrassing me.

Aah!

I think you owe Paulette an apology.

- Jerk! - Where are you goin'?

Forget about it.

- Weirdos. - Who needs broads?

Me. I get to second base with Sharon and get called out when I try third.

He bombed out in the bomb shelter.

Yeah. I think we could all use a little guaranteed... (WHISTLES)

...all-the-way action.

- And I know just the place. - Yeah?

Well, come on and tell us, Johnny

What's the secret of success?

You gotta take a tip from the King of Hip

'Cause you know that he's the best

We're goin' prowlin'

We're goin' prowlin'

Tonight

You say you're hungry for a lover

Gotta find a chick who'll give you more

Well, there's a spot that I've discovered

Where a guy's guaranteed to score

I'm gonna show you cats some action

Like you've never seen before

We're gonna get some satisfaction

Down at the grocery store

We're goin' prowlin'

We're goin' prowlin'

Walk, talk like a T-Bird tonight

There's a female butcher

At the luncheon meat display

Got the best tongue in town

She delivers both night and day

You'll see the apple of your eye

Stacking peaches in a five-foot pile

Just waitin' for some guy to come

And take her rollin' down the aisle

I like a debutante that comes across

Now, that's what I call class

I like a tall girl with long legs that come right up to her...

You know what I like? I like a girl who's really smart

Provided that she's really stacked

Yeah? Well, I love 'em all And they love me

'Cause I'm the leader of this here pack

We're gonna find ourselves some cuties

Who are sad and all alone

We're gonna show them little beauties

That we're T-Birds to the bone

We're goin' prowlin'

We're goin' prowlin'

Walk, talk like a T-Bird tonight

How about some sales tax?

(SCREAMS THEN GIGGLES)

Very nice. We could win those albumens yet.

- We can win those albumens. - We gotta get rid of the competition.

There is some very good work here and some very sloppy work.

Miss Zinone, I would like to see you about your Shakespeare essay.

(BELL)

(TANNO Y) Attention, please. A few reminders of graduation activities.

The final dress rehearsal for the Talent Show is Thursday afternoon.

All students on the decoration committee for the Lani Kai Lani Luau

report to Coach Calhoun after school today.

- I guess she didn't like your paper. - I gotta write the whole thing again.

- Do you want some help? - I don't know.

Think it over. It's not a difficult decision.

- (PAULETTE) Steph, you comin'? - Yeah. I'll think about it.

I don't usually do this bad in English. I got other stuff on my mind these days.

- Can I help? - No, it's not school.

- Let's get this over with. - All right.

Where do you want to start?

- It's this guy. - What guy?

- Forget it. - I'm trying. You're not making it easy.

I had this idea of Mr Right. A stupid idea, right?

- Right. - Out of nowhere he shows up.

- Like some dream or something. - Who?

- Mr Right. - Oh, right.

I've seen him twice and both times he's wearing these goggles.

- I don't even know who he is. - Mr Right?

Isn't that kind of weird?

Not weird weird but, like, exciting weird.

So, what's the problem?

Maybe he's just not everything I imagined.

What if he's just some ordinary guy?

What if he is, eh?

What if we get back to the Shakespeare essay?

- Stephanie. - I figured out Hamlet's problem.

No ketchup.

- He got along OK without it. - They never put ketchup on.

How can you eat a hamburger with no ketchup? Shoot that over here.

Where were we?

You figured out the problem with their hamburgers.

You know what his big problem is?

No laughs. The guy's gotta lighten up, right?

- Bite? - No, thanks.

- Who are we talking about now? - Hamlet.

Oh, right.

"Hamlet went nuts when he caught his mother doing it with his uncle."

- Not so great? - You have the right idea.

But you could've said,

Hamlet was tormented by his mother's incestuous relationship with his uncle.

"Incestuous relationship"! Mason's gonna flip when she reads this.

"Incestuous." You're a really smart guy, you know that?

You must think I'm a dummy.

- Actually, I think you're kind of terrific. - Get outta here.

You're the terrific one. You know all this deep junk.

I don't understand it any better than you.

I just know a few big words that impress English teachers.

You impressed me. And I give credit to who I want, OK?

- To whom. - To who, to whom, to you, that's whom.

- So learn how to take a compliment. - All right.

- A hamburger for my friend. Loaded. - With ketchup.

Double ketchup.

There are some very cool, very scoreable broads at this joint.

Cool. Scoreable. What-not.

- Very nice. - Very nice.

Lots of Rydell girls would go out with you.

- What about you? - Me? Are you kidding? That's all I need.

- No, I wasn't. - God, look, I didn't mean anything...

- We're just different types, that's all. - Different types?

- What do you mean? - Look, there's a Pink Lady code, OK?

Well, to quote Dolores, "The code stinks."

- Hi. - What's this? Nerds' night out?

- What are you, a cop? - Sure picked up a lot of new friends.

I guess the T-Birds ain't the class act no more.

Goose. Wait for me inside.

- I don't want to eat alone. - Go on!

What do you want?

Yeah, well, I just wanted to let you know that...

...l'm officially declaring us as an item officially over.

- You're declaring? - That's correct.

OK, fine. You've declared it. It's over. Can I go now?

Just like that, huh?

I got one more thing to say to you.

That jacket you're wearing is T-Bird property.

You want to leave the party? Leave the jacket. I got a rep to protect.

So don't damage the rep, we don't damage new friends, dig?

What happened? Did she take the nerd's brains over your brawns?

- I dumped her, not versa-vice, got it? - Sure, Johnny.

Don't worry about it.

(ALL TALK AT ONCE)

- All right, cherry pie! - Davey!

I'm all dressed up

In my finest attitude

Pretending I don't care

Guess I really messed up

By trying to be two

When only one heart can be there

Why can't I be just what I am

And speak my love without any shame?

Why can't she see what I am

Is a costumed fool

Trapped in a tragic game?

Charades and pretty lies

They hide what's deep inside me

Charades conceal me

But can't you feel

The real me

The real me

Behind my charades?

Oh, please don't mind me

Performing at my hardest

As I paint upon the air

You won't find me

'Cause it's a portrait of the artist

As the man who isn't there

Charades and pretty lies

They hide what's deep inside me

Charades conceal me

But can't you feel the real me?

The real me

Behind my charades?

Can't you feel the real me

Behind my charades?

Have I lost the real me

Behind my charades?

(CHATTERING)

(LIZ) Girls, girls, I'm so nervous. How do I look?

Perfect. Just remember, have lots of fun tonight.

- And good luck! - He's meeting her out front.

How can she get so hot and bothered over someone she doesn't know?

Sharon!

- What? - She's got a crush.

(MOTORC YCLE)

I'll be back.

- It's that guy. - This time we get him.

Johnny, no!

Johnny!

Rhonda, go. They're going to kill him.

- Who's killing who? - Open the door. Move over.

- Where are we going? - I don't know, just go!

(GIRLS SQUEAL)

Oh, God! We're gonna die and I'm wearing my mother's underwear!

- Where are we going? - Just follow 'em!

I figured the guy to slow up.

Right?

Yeah, it ain't our fault the guy don't slow up, huh, Johnny?

It's gotta be at least 100 feet to the other side.

- Johnny? - Yeah, yeah, what can I say?

If he didn't make it, he ain't gonna look too pretty.

Where is he?

- He ain't down there. - Where'd he go? Biker heaven?

- (STEPHANIE) I know he's dead. - He made the jump. I could do that.

- Yeah, you could jump that, Johnny. - Let's go.

- And I'll never see him again. - Come on!

- What have I done? - Nothing.

- He'll be OK. - Nobody rides like him.

- There's nothing down there. - You can't stay here.

We'll be late.

He jumped over a cop car. That was a big jump.

(RHONDA) He'll show up, I know it. I just know it.

(WHISTLES AND CHEERS)

If your sweetheart

- Sends a letter of goodbye - (GIRLS SCREAM)

- (BO Y) If I stand... - (STAGEHAND) Don't worry, looks fine.

- Hi, Johnny. - Hi... Hold it!

What are you, crazy?

I told you before, you are not going out there like that.

I know, I gotta put a little something on my face.

You gotta put something on your body.

I gotta dress like this. I'm summer.

Get yourself a pair of galoshes, a snowsuit, a scarf and be winter.

And that is Johnny Nogerelli's final word.

Well, you want to hear my final word, Mr Push-Everyone-Around Nogerelli?

Maybe you can bully some chicks in this school,

but this chick has been bullied for the last time.

I may not be the classiest chick,

but I'm the best you're gonna get, so take it or leave it!

- So let your hair down - (AUDIENCE LAUGHS)

And go on and cry

Let go of me!

Stop that!

Shut up! Quiet!

And now, Martin Miesner and his red-hot accordion.

Let's go practise up in the can.

- Don't worry. - The albumens are ours.

Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum

- Hey, he's taking our jackets. - Hey, come on, guys.

Hey, Nogerelli!

Don't do it. OK, guys.

Turn it off! Hey, Nogerelli!

(AUDIENCE LAUGHTER)

Thank you, Martin Miesner.

And now, I have the great pleasure to introduce the T-Bones.

(MUSIC INTRO, GIRLS SCREAM)

We're goin' prowlin', prowlin'

Tonight

Tonight

(RAPTUROUS APPLAUSE)

- The T-Bones. - Birds! Birds.

And now, the Calendar Girls in "A Girl For All Seasons".

(APPLAUSE)

I'll be yours in springtime When the flowers are in bloom

We'll wander through the meadows In all their sweet perfume

And every night I'll hold you tight Beneath that April moon

Ah-ha-ha...

I'll be your girl for all seasons All the year through

Your girl for all seasons 'cause I'd love

Yes, I'd love to be everything to you

Just you

I'll be yours in summer When we're playing in the sand

We'll spend the day together Making love and getting tanned

And on the beach at sunset When we're walking hand in hand

Ah-ha-ha...

I'll be your girl for all seasons

All the year through

Your girl for all seasons

'Cause I'd love

I'd love to be everything to you

Just you

If you fall in the fall you'll see

September can be heavenly

If you fall, say you'll fall for me

When autumn leaves are falling from the tree

I'll be yours in winter When the snow is on the ground

I'll warm you through December And I'll always be around

(SHARON) What's wrong with Stephanie? She forgot the words.

Somebody help her with the words.

(GOOSE) It's that guy. (JOHNN Y) This time we get him.

(S TEPHANIE) Johnny! Where is he?

(DIMUCCl) He ain't down there. (JOHNN Y) Where'd he go?

(S TEPHANIE) I know he's dead.

Louis, pull the curtain.

I'll be back.

What's the matter?

- No more secret rendezvous - Stephanie, what's wrong?

I'm gonna miss all the things we'll never do

I just can't believe

You left me here alone

How in this world

Can I make it on my own?

(MICHAEL) Remember, I love you

I won't be far away

Baby, close your eyes

And think of yesterday

And we'll be there together

(TOGETHER) Love will turn back the hands of time

Turn back

Turn back

The hands of time

(STEPHANIE) Baby, don't you know?

It's hard to let you go

Save all your dreams

And keep me in your heart

It hurts to say goodbye

No matter how I try

Love will survive

Even though we have to part

Stephanie, please don't cry.

Oh, it all seems so unfair. Just when I found you, I lost you.

That doesn't matter now.

The only thing that matters is that I love you.

And you're the only one who can keep our love alive.

So, Stephanie, don't forget me.

I promise.

Remember

I love you

You won't be far away

I just close my eyes

And bring back yesterday

And we'll be there together

Love will turn back the hands of time

Turn back

Turn back the hands of time

We'll turn back

Turn back

Turn back the hands of time

We'll turn back

(CHEERING)

And now, the winners of the Talent Contest,

and the King and Queen of the Lani Kai Lani Luau, Mr Nogerelli

and Miss Zinone.

Please, Miss Zinone, remember you're a queen.

- Smile, Stephanie. - You won the whole talent show.

- The girls' division. - That's not so bad.

Everyone bow and we'll see you all at the Luau tomorrow.

I can't believe we won half the records. All the Tichokski and Choppin.

What are you talkin'? No Roy Orbisons?

(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING CONTINUE)

A well-a bop a bop a hula Rock-a-hula rock-a-hula

Luau, luau, luau, luau

A wham-a bama lama Shanga langa langa langa

Luau, luau, luau, luau

Rah rah Rydell Well-a well-a well-a well-a

Rock-a-hula luau wow

Come-a come-a come-a To the rock-a-hula luau

Everybody's here And we're waitin' for you now

We're gonna stick together And we won't let go

We're lettin' everybody know

It's a luau

A rock-a-hula luau

You know, it's girls like that who give summer fun a bad name.

Come-a come-a come-a come-a We're gettin' it on now

Summer, summer, summer Is a-comin' along now

I wish it was forever 'Cause it feels so right

Don't you worry, honey We'll be rockin' all night at the luau

A rock-a-hula luau

Summer is coming We're all here together

If only this feeling Could go on forever

Summer is coming We'll always remember

Summer is coming right now

Rock-a-hula luau

Rock-a-hula luau

It's a rock, rock-a-hula luau

Rock-a-hula luau Rock-a-hula luau

Hula, hula, hula, hula...

(TANNO Y) As the sun sets on the Lani Kai Lani Luau,

a reminder to our seniors:

In the words of our very own President Kennedy,

"Think not what your country can do for you,

"but what you can do for your country."

Now, will the King and Queen of the Luau

take their appointed positions on the Pool of Enchantment.

(CHEERING)

(CROWD CHANT: HULA! HULA!)

Come on, we're havin' a good time!

- Stop it! What are you doing? - I'm burnin' myself.

You'll burn us up! Can't you put it out? You'll knock us over.

- I'm tryin' to be cool here. - Get me out of here.

Your doctor's right, Mr Spears. School is better for you than hospital.

But I am encouraged at the way you've been looking lately.

You look so... Mr Spears! Oh, good heavens!

- Ya-hoo! - (SCREAMS)

Sit down, Stephanie. Quit foolin'!

- Will you help me row! - Stop yelling!

Get out of the way!

You punk!

Haul ass, shrimp!

- Get off of me! - Will you help me row!

Get out of here!

Stuck in a pool with a chick! Birds, get 'em!

- I got one! I got one! - Sorry!

Get off! I didn't mean it.

- Balmudo! - That's the guy who decked me.

- It's him. - It's him!

(ENGINE REVS)

He's alive!

Ah-ah-ah!

- What's wrong with you, man?! - You've ruined our luau!

Michael! It's Michael!

Michael.

- You? - You made that jump?

Shakespeare?

I thought you were dead.

- You? - Move! I'll rearrange his...

- Hey! - What?

Nothing.

- No. - Yeah. Yeah, Johnny.

Yeah, well, you got one more jump, Mr Cool Rider, Shakespeare, Carrington.

- Haven't we had enough of this? - She's got a point.

- Lou's got a point. - Shut up! I've got a point, too.

- Jacket. - One T-Bird jacket.

- Jacket. - Jacket.

For starters, let's see how it looks.

(MURMURS FROM CROWD)

Very nice.

OK.

- All right. - All right.

Listen, I gotta talk to you.

We can't see each other any more. I've got another man on my hands.

Oh, right.

(INAUDIBLE)

That's the breaks.

(JOHNNY) What's everybody lookin' at? Disperse!

(WHISPERS) Stephanie.

I never thought you'd kiss me if you knew who I was.

Are you crazy? I got two for the price of one.

- Are you certain? - I've never been certainer.

- More certain. - The certainest.

The certainest. Yeah, I like that.

I'd love to kiss you again.

You were the one The one in my dreams

But I never knew it

I wanted to tell you time and again

But I couldn't do it

All that you are is all that I need

No more pretending

Now I can be me You can be you

And we're never ending

We'll be together

Always together

Like birds of a feather

Forever and ever

We'll be together

I like what you got I guess it's OK

If you want to show it

I am what I am and I'm all for you

Just want you to know it

Will I ever score?

There's nothin' wrong with just likin' each other

We all had our doubts But it's workin' out with one another

We'll be together

Always together

Like birds of a feather

Forever and ever We'll be together

We'll be together

Always together

Like birds of a feather

Forever and ever.....

Like birds of a feather

Forever and ever

We'll be together

Always together

We'll be together

Always together

I gotta go back, back Back to school again

You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three

I'm gonna be there 'til then

I gotta go back, back, Back to school again

Whoa, whoa, I gotta go

Back to school... again

Geometry and History it's just a pain

Biology and Chemistry destroys my brain

But don't they know that I deserve a better fate?

I'm really much too young to matriculate

Mama, please

Your child's come down with a fatal disease

Mama said,

"Come on, you lazy bum and get your butt outta bed

"You gotta go back, back, Back to school again

"It's bye-bye, fun Get your homework done

"It better be in by ten"

I gotta go back, back, Back to school again

Whoa, whoa, I gotta go Back to school again

I got my books together and I dragged my feet

And then I saw this angel boppin' down the street

I said, "Hey, pretty baby, how's about a date?"

She said, "I'm going to school and I can't be late"

Well, I could see

The look in her eyes was sayin', "Follow me"

I was caught

I thought of playin' hooky But on second thought

I gotta go back, back, Back to school again

You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three

I'm gonna be there 'til then

I gotta go back, back, Back to school again

Whoa, whoa, I gotta go Back to school...

... Again!