Original subtitles

- And welcome back my friends, to WHTE,

right smack in the center of your radio dial.

We've just ended 1951 as your number one station in Memphis.

Playing you the most popular music

from all across the U. S. of A.

- What's shaking brothers and sisters?

So glad you found us way up here on the dial.

And even though we only reaching

about a mile across downtown Memphis,

we got us the jumpingest, jivingest music in town.

It's Saturday night, meaning the party's at

my favorite Beale Street juke joint.

Delray!

♫ It's time to lose the day

♫ It's time to head to Beale

♫ Where the rhythm is hot

♫ And the music is real

♫ You can do without love, swear off the booze

♫ But everyone alive needs to sing the blues

♫ So time to raise some hell and get on down

♫ We goin' down, down underground

♫ Down under, down down under

♫ We goin' down, down, down, just to hear that sound

♫ Down underground, down under

♫ We're gonna dance so close feel my breath on your skin

♫ It ain't quite heaven, but the closest I been

♫ We goin' down, down underground

♫ First we heard it in church baby

♫ Then we added some gin, yeah, yeah

♫ Then we took it down here, then we took it down here

♫ And added soul with sin

♫ We gonna jump and jive like a demon possessed

♫ The devil's in the music, the music is blessed

♫ We goin' down where paradise is found

♫ We goin' down, down underground

♫ Down under, down down under

♫ We goin' down, down, down, just to burn that sound

♫ Down underground, down under

♫ We gonna do some things that you never dared

♫ Ain't no white folks here, cause they too damn scared

♫ We goin' down, down underground

- Here I am.

- Baby girl, where you been?

Didn't see you all day.

- Oh don't you know my now big brother,

ain't no such thing as daytime on Beale Street.

Only nighttime.

Now get out my way.

Let me sing my song.

How ya'll doing?

- [All] Hey baby girl.

- Two, three, four.

♫ My brother runs my life

♫ My brother owns this bar

- That's right.

♫ He won't let me be 'til he makes me a star

♫ He gives me this mic, makes me sing all I can

♫ Just can't have no fun or talk to no man

♫ Wanna paint the town but with him

♫ Ain't no foolin' around whoo

♫ We goin' down, down underground

♫ Down under, down down under

♫ We goin' down, down, down, just to hear that sound

♫ Down underground, down under

♫ Gonna grope and grind, gonna hold on tight

♫ Find true love at least for tonight

♫ We goin' down, down underground whoo

- [Man] Here we go.

(music overpowers voice)

♫ It's a revolution of the heart and soul

♫ It's here to stay, ain't never gonna go

♫ It's a rebel cry that's outta control

♫ It's the birth of rock and roll

♫ Rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll

♫ We goin' down, down underground

♫ We goin' down, we goin' down

♫ We goin' down, down, down, gotta rock that sound

♫ We gonna dance and drink till the whiskey's all gone

♫ And pray that the preacher forgives us at dawn

♫ We goin' down, down underground

♫ We're goin' underground

♫ Oh, we're goin' underground

♫ We goin' underground

♫ We're going underground

♫ We're going underground

♫ We're going down, down, underground

♫ Down underground, down under

Hi there.

Well I'll see you later.

Hi there.

Hey chum, fantastical music ain't it?

This is my first time here.

- Yeah, I know.

- The name's Calhoun, Huey Calhoun.

- Delray Farrell sir, this here's my club.

If you don't mind me asking why are you here sir?

- What do you mean?

- I mean you notice anything different

between you and everybody else sir?

- No.

- Look, I just don't want no trouble sir.

- I don't wanna cause no trouble and the name ain't sir,

it's Huey.

- What my brother is trying to say Huey.

- Felicia! - This, is Beale Street.

We don't see many white folks 'round here,

unless they officers of the law.

We gotta slip 'em some cash.

- [Woman] Yeah, that's right.

- So maybe, you should leave.

- Well, tell you the truth ma'am.

I ain't never had the nerve

to come into a club like this before,

but I heard you singing.

- And? - And I wanted to

see if you looked as pretty as you sound.

- Oh shit.

Come on baby.

- Time to go. - Time to get on outta here

with that white boy.

- Wait.

(all talking at once)

- Hey, if you wanna stay

you better convince everybody else to.

- Delray.

Lemme handle this brother.

Hey!

♫ When I was a young boy

♫ My daddy sat me down

♫ He said son, don't you never go

♫ To the dark side of town

- This ain't helping.

(crowd all talking at once)

♫ I'm talking downtown Memphis

♫ See, that's where the black folk play

♫ And I said yes sir daddy

♫ And then I snuck down anyway

♫ See never was taught to read none

♫ Oh no never taught to write

♫ The only thing my daddy taught

♫ Was white should stay with white

♫ But I heard it through the alleys

♫ It floated on the breeze

♫ It burst out through the doorways

♫ And it knocked me to my knees

♫ It broke down all of my senses

♫ It made me feel so good

♫ See I was lost until I found

♫ The music of my soul

♫ The music of my soul

♫ And then one day my daddy died

♫ And we laid him in his grave

♫ And my mama she cried and cried and cried

♫ And prayed that he'd be saved

♫ But all I felt was pity

♫ My pa he never understood

♫ Well how could people be so bad

♫ That made me feel so good

♫ It went right through my body

♫ It grabbed me by my heart

♫ It shot out from my fingertips

♫ And tore me right apart

♫ It broke down all my senses

♫ It made me feel so home

♫ And I would love it til the day I died

♫ The music of my soul

♫ It broke down all my senses

♫ It made me so feel home

♫ See I was lost until I found

♫ I was deaf until I heard

♫ I'll make this world come around to

♫ The music of my soul

♫ The music of my soul

- Greetings Mr. Wells.

It's right fine to see ya.

Afternoon Ms. Simpson.

We got a nice sale on cutlery today.

Calhoun, what the hell was that?

- Oh I'm sorry Mr. Collins.

I was just carrying this big ole box of dishes.

And somehow it just slipped right outta my hands.

- And broke into a million pieces.

- Actually it was another box sir.

I know what you're gonna say Mr. Collins,

but if you just give me one last chance.

- Why in hell should I?

- Well, to be honest with you sir,

I have a little trouble keeping jobs.

And my mama's gonna have my hide if I lose this one too.

- Boy last week I gave you a last chance in the stockroom,

before that I gave ya a last chance in the cafeteria.

- But ya never gave me a last chance

in the record department.

Well see, I got this idea sir.

You know how Clara plays a record from time to time?

Well she only plays maybe a few a day

and quite frankly sir,

they ain't good records.

So what I was thinking was,

what if I spin records all day?

It'd be like listening to the radio,

excepting you can buy the records right then and there.

- Calhoun that idea, that idea actually ain't stupid.

Alright look here.

I got to get to the bank.

By the time I get back, Clara,

how many records we usually sell this time of day?

- Two or three Mr. Collins.

- By the time I get back, you haven't sold at least four,

no five records, you're fired for good.

- Five records.

- Some smart advice boy, play that Perry Como,

he's everybody's favorite.

- Whoa.

Hello!

Now hello good shoppers.

The name is Huey Calhoun.

And well I've got this record here for you, yes sir.

This is everybody's favorite, Mr. Perry Como.

♫ Like a breeze, you, you blew in

- Oh that's good.

♫ Through the trees you, you flew in

- It's everybody's favorite.

♫ And stole my summer heart

- Sorry folks, but um Perry Como

was putting me in a Perry coma.

Whoa!

- Mr. Calhoun, what are you doing?

♫ Oh yeah

♫ Come on, baby now, won't you scratch my itch

- [Huey] Alright.

♫ You got me boiling at a burnin' fever pitch

♫ I tried some love cream, put some honey on it too

♫ But the only thing that can cure my itch is you

♫ Come on, scratch, scratch, scratch

♫ Scratch, scratch my itch

♫ Scratch, scratch, scratch

♫ Scratch, scratch my itch

♫ Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

♫ Baby, babe, you're givin' me a twitch

♫ So scratch my itch

♫ Whoa, oh here it comes baby

♫ Whoo we're swinging on daddy, yeah

♫ Whoo

Alright and slide boy.

Groovy.

♫ Baby, baby

♫ Can you feel me baby

♫ Can't stop me baby

♫ So good

♫ Another one to go boy

♫ Whoa

♫ Dance, dance baby

♫ Dance, dance, dance

♫ Whoa

♫ Baby, baby

♫ Whoa baby, baby, baby

- You're fired.

- Well I was just trying to sell five records.

- And did ya?

- Uh no sir.

- I knew it, get out.

- I sold 29.

- What?

- I sold 29 records and they was my own records,

so you owe me $4.95.

- They were race records sir.

He sold race records.

- Son this is nigger meat.

Ain't no niggers here.

You will pack your things and go.

- Now you.

♫ Scratch, scratch, scratch

♫ Scratch, scratch my itch

- You're really liking this music.

- Yes sir.

- Whoa.

♫ You're a dog, and baby I'm dog-tired

♫ You're a drug, the kind that gets me wired

♫ I should say goodnight but you got me all inspired

♫ Ain't nothin' but a kiss

♫ That sets a girl on fire

♫ A simple little kiss

♫ All lipstick and desire

♫ Take a taste of this, ain't nothin' but a kiss

Hit it burning.

- Hey. - Evening Huey.

- Hey, how's it going Huey?

- Hey Ms. Felicia, your favorite customer has returned.

- And since when is my favorite customer a pasty white boy?

- Well I will be once I get you on the radio.

- The radio?

Oh sugar, you know how a woman can tell when a man is lying?

- How?

- He opens his mouth.

♫ Take a taste of this, ain't nothin' but a kiss

♫ Go on, show me now, show me what you're thinking

- Hey Gator, you think Ms. Felicia's taking a liking to me?

You know Gator, for a bartender you're awfully quiet.

- Hey, when he was five he seen his daddy get strung up

right in front of his eyes.

Nobody's heard him talk since.

- Oh just stopped huh?

- Sometimes folk don't think there's anything left to say.

You don't seem to have that problem.

- Hey, there brother.

- Hey, do not call me brother.

- Well I was just about to tell you sister

how I'm gonna take this music and do something with it.

- Take it?

What do you mean, like steal it?

- I mean take it and get it heard.

It's the music of my soul, baby.

- It ain't music of your soul baby,

it's the music of my soul.

And my soul don't want your soul stealing none of my music.

- What you talking about stealing?

I'm gonna spin this music on the radio.

And I'm gonna get your sister on the radio too.

- Hey, I already tried getting on the blues station.

They wanted money.

I ain't got no money.

And judging by the way you dress,

I bet you ain't got no money either.

- Hell, I ain't talking about some blues station

only colored folks listen to.

I'm gonna get her on a big time station

right in the center on the radio dial.

♫ Oh what could be the harm, if I fall for your charm

♫ Just one little peck on your sweet little neck

♫ Under your spell, under your command

♫ You got me eatin' outta your hand

♫ There are worse things I could do

♫ And I wanna do them all to you

So Ms. Felicia, if I get you on the radio

maybe you and me could, you know.

- Maybe me and you could, I know what?

- Well maybe you and me could go out sometime or something.

- You hear what this boy just said to me Delray?

- Your brother stepped in the back.

- Well lucky for you.

You really gonna get me on the radio?

- I get on, you get on.

♫ Ain't nothin' but a kiss

♫ And then I'll shut the door

♫ A simple little kiss

♫ But next time, you'll get more

♫ Can you handle this

♫ Oh I think so

♫ Can you handle this

♫ Maybe not

♫ Try and handle this, ain't nothin' but a kiss

♫ Oh yeah

- WDBJ.

♫ Hello my name Huey sir

♫ I know this might sound screwy sir

♫ But oh I know the type of music people crave

- WSAL.

♫ You see I'm on a mission sir

♫ To be in a position sir

♫ Where we can make this radio music all the rave

- WLXQ.

♫ Before you slam the door out here

♫ I'd like to make myself a little clear

- WHDZ.

♫ Hello my name is Huey sir

♫ I know this might sound screwy sir

♫ But oh I know the type of music people crave

♫ You see I'm on a mission sir to be in a position sir

♫ We can make this radio music all the rave

- Son I already got me a rhythm and blues DJ, Buck Wiley.

♫ But wait my name is Huey sir

♫ And if you listen to me sir

♫ You'll know I know the kind of music folks will love

- Wait a minute, ain't you the boy that got fired

from Collins Department store for causing all that ruckus?

- Yes sir.

- Well, tell you what boy.

I'm gonna do you a favor.

Come on inside and listen to old Buck Wiley.

You're gonna learn what a real DJ sounds like.

♫ WHDZ

- Boy oh boy.

Ladies and gents this is Buck Wiley,

your host of Bopping With the Blues.

Playing you the bop, bop boppingest music in Memphis.

And now a special treat, a little song,

it's the favorite diddy of the wife and I,

whenever we want to cuddle up, drink some sody pop

and perhaps kiss.

Here's Ms. Patty Paige.

♫ I've got me a little old doggy, doggy

♫ His name is Dougie, name is Dougie

- Hey, hey!

It's me, Huey from the club.

- Huey what you doing here?

- Say, I didn't know you could sing like that.

- Oh that.

No, that's not good. - So tell me something,

I thought this program was called

Bopping With the Blues.

- That's why I go to Delray's in the nighttime.

To try to forget what this man's playing in the daytime.

- Okay folks, and now a hot, (imitates sizzling)

hot hit from Mr. Roy Rogers.

- [Huey] Whoa.

- Who are you?

- I'm a pal of ole Bobby here.

- Boy, get me a cold cola.

- Hey, hey.

No, no!

What you doing?

- Folks, this here's Huey Calhoun.

And the police just came and arrested ole Buck Wiley

'cause he so sure wasn't bopping.

But it sure as heck was giving me the blues.

- [Buck] What's the what?

- Now if you like the sweet sound

of my sweet voice - What the hell's

going on in there? - and you wanna hear

some real music, - Boy open that door.

- Well you just call in

as soon as you can. - Open the damn door.

- And right now there are aliens,

evil ugly aliens conspiring to take me away from you,

so remember the name is Huey, rhymes with Louis.

- Oh find the keys. - Rhythm and blue oh!

- Find the God damn keys.

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody wants to be black on a Saturday night

♫ Oh yes sir

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody wants to jump back

♫ And feel their spirit take flight

♫ Oh that's right

♫ Everybody wants to be black

♫ Everybody wants to jump back

♫ Everybody wants to be black on a Saturday night

- Ladies and gentlemen.

We are so sorry about that crazy interruption.

Now, let's get back to Roy.

- Boy, you're going straight to jail.

(phone rings) - Wait.

Maybe that's a listener calling in their support.

- None of my listeners gonna support race music.

- WHDZ.

How may I help you?

♫ What you boys doing, give me more of that Huey

♫ Put that Huey on, give me and more

♫ Absolutely not

♫ That's not possible

- WHDZ.

♫ Put that boy Huey, put him on

♫ I'll dare him to the devil when he played that song

♫ Absolutely not, that's not possible

♫ What the hell is going on in there

♫ Put that Huey on before my parents come back

♫ He plays the kinda music makes me feel like I'm bad

♫ Absolutely not, that's not possible

♫ Absolutely not, that's not possible

♫ Never heard no music like that before

♫ Never heard no music like that before

♫ Never heard no music like that before

♫ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

♫ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

♫ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

♫ No, no, no, no, no, no

♫ I'm sorry no

- Sir.

Sir you just gimme a chance and I'll get you more listeners

than you ever haved.

- Mr. Simmons, they only play that music

on colored stations.

And no God fearing person listens to it.

- Then why in the hell are my phones ringing like this?

Alright boy, I'm gonna give you a two week try out.

- What?

- Well how much it pay?

- Nothing.

- I'll take it.

- And if our ratings don't go to shit

and we all don't get killed, I'll hire ya.

- But sir, this is a white station.

- Well he's white.

- Well folks ain't gonna think so,

not when he's playing race music.

- Boy, get on the air.

Tell 'em you're white.

- Hello!

I'm white.

(laughing)

- No, not like that.

Tell 'em what high school you went to.

- Oh folks, this is Huey Calhoun,

who almost made it all the way to the 9th grade

at Southside High hockadoo!

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody wants to be black on a Saturday night

♫ Oh yeah, yeah, hey

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody wants to jump back

♫ And feel the spirit take flight

♫ Oh that's right, hey

♫ Everybody wants to be black

♫ Everybody wants to jump back

♫ Everybody wants to be black on a Saturday night

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody

♫ Everybody wants to be black on a Saturday night

- Do you hear what your daughter's listening to?

♫ Everybody wants to be black

- Do you hear it?

♫ Everybody wants to jump back

- Do something.

♫ Everybody wants to be black on a Saturday

(girl exclaims)

(soulful music)

- Morning Mama.

What you doing up?

You work the night shift again?

- A letter come for ya Huey.

- Oh Mr. Simmons says I've been getting lots of letters

down at the radio station.

Um hmm.

You hear my program last night?

- Can't put your program on at the diner,

good Christians come there.

- Now why do good Christians always annoy me?

- Before you rattle on with your blasphemy,

I'd like to read the letter.

Could you hand it to me?

- Well sure, where is it?

- On the floor.

Tied to that brick.

- Now this don't mean nothing.

- I come home and turned on the lights

and it come crashing through the window,

like they's waiting for me.

- It don't mean nothing.

- Huey, I want you to quit that radio.

- It's just folks lettin' off steam.

- There's a brick on my floor!

- Well listen, I think I may be finally good at something.

Did you ever expect me to be good at something?

- No!

- Well this music, I think it could

actually take me somewhere and somewhere better than this.

- Now you sound like your Daddy.

The man never even once left Memphis.

- Mama, I met this girl.

- What girl?

- This really nice girl.

And she's um, well she's um.

- She's what?

- Now Mama, you shoulda heard my program.

I had on the good reverend Calhoun Hobson of First Baptist.

So I says now Reverend, how many white folks

usually come down and hear your fantastical gospel choir?

- Uh, just you.

- What?

Well we gotta invite some white folks down.

- Well I guess you can invite 'em,

but trust me, they ain't gonna come.

- Alright kids, now you listen to me.

And you listen good.

If you wanna hear some of the best music

on God's good Earth, you go down

and you hear the good folks at First Baptist.

- You sent innocent white children down to a colored church?

- Well none of 'em showed up or nothing yet.

But Mama this music is like my calling.

- Your calling is playing race music for white folks?

♫ Pick me up, lift me higher

♫ Give me strength, I never had

♫ For I can't be weak, too much longer

♫ Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, make me stronger

- Mama, kids been picking on me my whole life.

So I ain't gonna be scared of no damn bullies

throwing bricks.

♫ Oh Mama, listen to me

♫ They're too blind and they just can't see

♫ I'm buying you a home

♫ I swear right now, I swear right here

♫ I'm gonna make this poverty disappear

♫ I'm gonna make this poverty disappear

♫ Pick me up, lift me higher

♫ Give me strength I never had

♫ All my life, I done what's proper

♫ And here we are, still poor as dirt

♫ Oh I just can't take this too much longer

♫ Oh Lord, Lord, Lord make me stronger

♫ Oh Lord, Lord make me stronger

♫ Feel his love, feel his love

♫ Feel his power, fell his power

♫ Move a mountain, move a mountain

♫ Change the world, change the world

♫ For I can't be weak too much longer

♫ Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, make me stronger

♫ Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, make me stronger

- That boy said it'd be alright if I came by.

- What boy?

- You know the one on the radio.

The funny talking one.

- I hear he's real handsome too.

- Well I'll be.

♫ Pick me up, pick me up

♫ Lift me higher

♫ Lift me higher

♫ Give me strength

♫ Give me strength

♫ I never had, never had

♫ I may be weak, too much longer

♫ Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, make me stronger

♫ Feel his love, feel his love

♫ Feel his power, feel his power

♫ Move a mountain, move a mountain

♫ Change, the world, change the world

♫ For I can't be weak, oh I can't be weak

♫ Too much longer, too much longer

♫ Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, make me stronger

♫ Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, make me stronger

♫ It makes me stronger

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ It makes me stronger

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ Oh when I am weak

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ It makes me stronger

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ Even when I am young

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ Or when I am gone

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ He puts me feet on solid ground

♫ He makes me stronger

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ He makes me stronger

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ He makes me stronger

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ He makes me stronger

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ I'm running on home

♫ I'm running on home

♫ I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running

♫ 'Cause God makes me strong

♫ Makes me stronger

♫ Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, make me stronger

♫ Stronger

♫ Oh Lord, Lord, Lord

♫ Make me

♫ Whoo

♫ Make

♫ Me stronger

- Hockadoo, this here's Huey Calhoun,

your new host of Bopping With the Blues,

the number one radio program in Memphis.

- What the hell's he talking about,

number one program?

He's only been on the air for four days.

- Coming at you on radio station W.

W.

Now what is the name of this radio station again?

- WHDZ.

- What?

WHDZ!

- What?

- Oh for God's sakes.

WHDZ.

- Oh WRNB. - What?

- Yes sir WRNB. - No, no, no.

He can't change our call letters like that.

- I think he just did sir.

- Noq see Mama, youe heathen son

is making good on the radio, hockadoo.

- And what the hell's that hock--

- Hockadoo. - Yeah.

What the hell's that mean?

Is it dirty? - Hey.

Show's going great ain't it?

- Calhoun this hockadoo.

What the hell does that mean?

- I don't know sir, I just felt like saying it one day

and out it came.

- Well you shouldn't say words

you don't know the meaning of.

People think they're dirty.

And remember, I'm just trying you out.

And what in the hell is this boy doing here?

- Well I don't rightly know.

Gator don't talk none.

He lives behind the bar in Delrays.

This is the first time I ever seen him out.

- Calhoun, even your friends annoy me.

Now here's today's commercial.

I want you to read it at least three times in the next hour.

- You want me to read it?

- Yes, exactly as it says.

You can read, can't you?

- Well yes sir.

- Then read it exactly as it says.

That's the way the sponsor wrote it,

that's the way they want it.

And I will be listening.

- Oh!

Shit.

- Huey, you don't know how to read.

- Hey Bobby, could you read this to me, huh?

- No, I can't.

Mr. Simmons would have my hide if he found out.

- Bobby, if I don't get this right,

he's gonna fire me, bring back old Buck Wiley

and you're gonna be listening to

A Little Old Doggie Named Dougie

for the rest of your life.

- Now you listen here.

- Okay.

I'd like to announce that Dryer's Grocery Store

is having a sale on my favorite beer, Dupont beer,

M-M-M-M-M-M.

- M-M-M-M-M.

- Oh. (laughs)

They must mean umm, umm.

- Umm, umm.

Got it, got it.

- Whenever I'm thirsty, I have Dupont beer.

Umm mmm.

It's a good beer for drinking.

- Whoa.

Good for drinking?

Well what the hell else you gonna do with it.

- Well that's what it says.

So get to Dryer's Grocery and buy Dupont beer,

the best beer in Memphis, mmm, mmm.

- Thanks kindly. - Umm hmm.

- Folks I got me a message from the good folks

down at Dryer's Grocery.

Let's see now, it seems that old Dryer's

having a big old sale on Dupont beer.

- There you go.

- Umm, umm.

Spelled M-M-M-- - No, no, you ain't got to

read that part!

- Now this is my favorite beer, yes sir

and it's um, it's um.

- Good for drinking. - Not.

- Good for drinking.

- Oh it's good for drinking,

which seems pretty darn obvious to me.

Now here folks listen up.

This beer is so good, it's not only good for drinking,

you could put it in your gas tank

and it'd make your car run. - What?

- That's right.

So when you're sitting around, snuggling up with your wife,

or someone else's wife,

why you just take a big ole swig of Dupont

and it'll turn you into a beer swindling love machine.

So you drink it for meals, for breakfast,

for lunch, all day and all night.

And if for some strange reason you don't drink beer,

why you rub it all over your head

and watch all your hair grow back.

Folks, this beer is so good your nagging wife'll shut up.

Your kids'll stop screaming.

And your dog'll stop licking his privates.

Yes sir, this is Huey Calhoun,

who spends his days talking on the radio

and his nights getting loaded on Dupont beer.

So, you run right down to Dryer's,

tell old Frank Dryer hockadoo!

- (laughs) It was nice knowing you.

- Calhoun!

- Now, now, now before you fire me sir,

I just thought it sounded more like the way I speak

and people might say well if old Huey Calhoun likes it,

then I like it too.

- WRNB. - Hey!

- Uh WHDZ.

- Boy, you're outta control.

- Uh sir? - What?

- It's Mr. Dryer.

- Oh.

Hello Frank.

- Hank.

Would you tell me what in the hell is going on

down at your station?

A buncha kids just ran in like a mess of hogs

and they been buying beer and yelling hockadoo.

- (groans) Oh gees.

Look, I'm sorry Frank.

It's this lunatic DJ who I'm firing right now.

- Firing him?

I ain't never sold this much beer this fast.

I want that boy doing my ads every day.

- What?

- And by the way, hockadoo, is that dirty?

♫ Oh the sponsors love me

♫ Yes they do, they love me

♫ I'm selling lots of beer and I'm selling lots of beer

♫ Oh this girl she digs me

♫ Yes, she does, she digs me

- Am I interrupting something?

- No, no, no, no, no I was just,

well I don't know what the hell I was just doing.

- I was knocking and anyway I suppose

I shouldn't be in this neighborhood.

- I suppose you shouldn't.

- Anyone bother you?

- Couple of boys made a couple of remarks.

Nothing I ain't heard before.

Just don't tell my brother I came.

He would kill me if he knew.

- I thought he sorta liked me.

- (laughs) No.

So, I always thought white folk's homes

were nicer than black folk's homes.

- Can I offer you some lemonade or something?

- Actually I been listening to your radio program

and as a sort of congratulations,

I brought you a present.

- Well I'll be.

A can of Reynold's beer.

How'd you know what I wanted most?

- Well I's gonna get you some Dupont beer

but they said 'cause of you they always sold out.

- Well, tell you the truth,

Dupont beer tastes kinda like pee.

(laughs)

Oh, you really come all this way

just to give me a can of beer?

- It's just ya hadn't been to the club in three nights

and well, I just wanted to make sure you were alright.

Was all.

- Oh. (chuckles)

But you said you'd been listening to my radio program.

- Right.

- So you knew I was alright.

So the only reason you're here is 'cause I'm--

- 'Cause why?

- 'Cause you missed me.

- Oh, now don't be getting all high on yourself.

Alright, I will be going now.

- Oh wait.

I missed you too.

- Oh yeah?

- Oh yeah.

- Huey, I been thinking.

You know how you always promising

that you'll play my record soon as I can afford to make one?

Well I ain't no fool.

I know that when a man promises me something,

he wants something in return.

- Well, now that'd be right.

- Oh.

Right.

- You know what I want?

Just to play your sweet, sweet voice

for all my radio listeners.

- [Felicia] And?

- And I'd like to drink this beer.

- Is that all?

- And I'll play your sweet voice and drink this beer.

Yeah, that's it.

- Nothing more, really?

- And I really do want something more.

But not in return for getting you on the radio.

I was wanting more 'cause I's hoping maybe you'd be

maybe wanting more.

Maybe there's something, I don't know,

I'm enjoying this beer.

- I'm gonna venture a guess and say

that you haven't kissed a lotta girls.

- A couple.

Maybe.

I'd like to do more of that though.

And you, kiss a lotta boys.

- A few.

- Ever um, ever kiss a white one?

- No.

Can't say I ever kissed a cracker boy.

Wouldn't be wise of me, would it?

- Oh it's be downright foolish.

- Dangerous.

- Oh yeah.

- Huey, I got a surprise.

- Another can of beer?

(Felicia laughs)

What's that?

- Someday, the very first record of Felica Farrell.

- What?

- (exclaims) We finally saved up enough money.

Delray got some of the boys from the club.

We recorded it yesterday.

- Well why didn't you tell me you was doing this?

- Oh, Delray didn't want you stopping by

and interfering.

- Oh, I think your brother really likes me

more than he's letting on.

- No, he doesn't.

Oh Huey, this record, it means the whole wide world to me.

So, you really gonna keep your promise?

- You're gonna come down to the radio station tomorrow.

I'm gonna get on the air and go alright boys and girls,

I got me the very first record of Ms. Felicia Farrell.

Why her singing is so hot,

it's gonna melt everything in your ice box.

It's gonna make your grandma faint.

Your grandpa lose his teeth.

It's gonna make your little baby stand up in his diapers

and shout I believe, I believe

in the power of. (Felicia laughing)

Mama, hi.

- Who is this?

- This is the um, this is the girl I was telling you about.

- Have you lost your mind?

Playing their music is one thing--

- She's a singer, a fine singer.

- This is a good Christian household.

- Well she's a Christian--

- She ain't nothing but a colored girl.

- I should go.

- Mama look.

She made this record.

I'm gonna play it on the radio tomorrow and.

- (gasps) I'm sorry to have bothered you ma'am.

- Now.

Mama, how could you - What the hell

is wrong with you? - do that?

- Huey!

(mournful music)

- Ms. Felicia!

- I let myself believe you.

I actually let myself believe you for a moment.

- At least come down to the radio station tomorrow.

- With two halves of a record.

- We'll go to the recording studio,

have 'em make another copy.

- There is no other copy, this is all we could afford.

- So come down the station.

We'll figure something out.

- Delray's right, I've been acting like a fool.

- Don't you understand?

This is your big chance.

- No.

♫ Some got chances, some got choices

♫ Some got freedom in these states

♫ Colored women got few chances

♫ Got few choices on our plates

♫ Mama told me there are limits

♫ For dark-skinned girls stuck in this light-skinned world

♫ Once in a while I lose myself in dreams

♫ A silly girl full of silly schemes

♫ Now along comes a man whose skin is white and pale

♫ A shiny fool full of shiny tales

♫ He says he'll make the people hear me

♫ He'll force this world to finally see me

♫ Is he a lie like every other man

♫ Or Lord could he somehow

♫ Could he somehow

♫ Could he somehow help to free me

Alright Huey, I'll see you at your radio station tomorrow.

- [Huey] Do you swear it?

- Huey Calhoun, if you want me there, I'll be there.

- I want you there.

♫ Mama told me not to dream big

♫ But Mama lived her life running scared

♫ I am stronger and I'll fight longer

♫ I'll do what Mama never even dared

♫ Colored woman with few chances

♫ Has to do what she must do

♫ I will make my colored dreams

♫ Come true

♫ For this is one colored woman

♫ Who will color her life

♫ Her way

- Hockadoo, this is Bopping With the Blues,

with your fantastical radio pal, Huey Calhoun.

Celebrating two month of being on the air.

And Mama, Mr. Simmons is paying me now and everything.

Hockadoo!

- Bobby. - Sir.

- Did I ever tell you that I have a son?

- No sir.

- Really, I never mentioned that?

- Never mentioned nothing to me sir.

- Well, he's 15, 16, something like that.

Thinks I am the most useless man on the planet.

The contempt that boy has for me is astounding.

That is until he heard about Calhoun.

So first time ever he started listening to my station.

- Um hmm. - And he started

liking my station.

Now every once in a while,

little son of a bitch actually talks to me.

- Gator, any sign of her?

- Calhoun, I need to speak to you.

- Oh Mr. Simmons, the ratings come in yet?

- Well not yet.

- But I bet you old Huey's number one now.

- (laughs) Well Calhoun, how you gonna be number one?

Last month you was number five.

Shows don't jump up in the ratings like that.

- Well everywhere I go,

everybody says how much they love old Huey.

- Yeah, well not everybody.

Folks get all crazy when things start changing too fast.

Can I help you?

- No, this is Ms. Felicia Farrell, Mr. Simmons.

- Hello sir.

- [Mr. Simmons] Um hmm.

- And I wanted her to come down and see the station.

- Yeah, what for?

- She's a singer.

She made a fantastical record.

- Calhoun.

It's fantastic.

- Why thank you.

- No, the word.

It's fantastic, not fantastical.

I don't always know what' going on

inside that unexceptional brain of yours Calhoun,

but I got my limits.

- Oh, you shoulda told the man I was coming.

- Ah, he ain't got no control

over who I put on my radio program.

- How am I gonna be on your program?

Your mother broke my record.

- Right, so you're gonna have to sing live.

- Live?

I ain't singing live on no radio.

What am I gonna do for music?

- Hurry gang, out here.

- I ain't singing on the radio without my backup singers--

- Shelly, Bessie, Laverne!

I'm back folks and I'd like to introduce you all

to the fantastical Ms. Felica Farrell.

Why Ms. Felicia just signed a big time record contract

with the newest big time record label in the business.

Delray Records.

- What?

- Where will, can you tell me

where Felicia Farrell is right now?

- Where am I?

- Right smack in the center on the radio dial.

This folks, is what I mean by the music of my soul.

Now listen, if you don't wanna do this--

- Mr. Calhoun. - Yes?

- Hold my purse.

One, two, a one, two, three, four.

♫ Someday I'm gonna do you wrong

♫ Someday I'll leave you blue

♫ Someday I'm gonna steal your heart

♫ Someday I'll rip it right in two

♫ But someday, just ain't here yet

♫ And I'm still stuck on you

♫ So let's just say we've got today

♫ And do what lovers do

- [Huey] You got it baby.

♫ Some night I'm gonna hurt you bad

♫ Some night I'll cause you pain

♫ Some night I'm gonna leave you dry and crying in the rain

♫ But some night ain't here

♫ And boy you're looking good

♫ So let's pretend tonight won't end

♫ And act like lovers should

- Now boys, don't that pretty little voice

just make your heart go aw?

And your lips go wild?

And other parts here just go crazy.

Well that's what they do to me,

so maybe this fine looking woman

will let me give her a big old kiss.

Hey! ♫ Someday

♫ I'm gonna do you wrong

♫ Someday I'll leave you blue

♫ Someday I'm gonna steal your heart

♫ Someday I'll rip it right in two

♫ But someday, just ain't here yet

♫ And I'm still stuck on you

♫ So let's just say we've got today

♫ Let's just say we've got today

♫ Let's just say we've got today

♫ And do what lovers should

♫ Lovers do

Oh, Delray, Delray did you hear?

Did you hear?

- Yes, yes, yes I heard.

Especially the part

when he said he was gonna give you a kiss.

- Oh, I should I go.

- Yes.

- Huey?

- Gator, walk her home.

- Huey, you will visit the club soon?

- I sure will.

(both giggling)

- What kinda world you living in boy?

You wanna get us all killed?

- You know what Del?

I think you're jealous.

- What?

- I say I'm gonna put your sister on the radio

and bam, I put her on the radio.

I say I'm gonna take this music and do something with it.

- You ain't lived this music.

You ain't made this music.

Nah, it ain't your music to take.

- So what now?

You're gonna keep your sister singing

in your crappy little club, hmm?

- Hold on now you redneck son of a bitch.

♫ Now I didn't mean to call you a redneck son of a bitch

♫ Though you are a redneck son of a bitch

♫ And I know you didn't mean to call my club

♫ A crappy little club

♫ Though I guess it is a crappy little club

♫ My parents died young

♫ They died poor

♫ They left me with my sister, not much more

♫ She had this voice like Minnie Lou

♫ So I opened up my club

♫ What else could I do

♫ For my sister

- She means something to me too.

♫ My little sister

- And I think I mean something to her.

♫ She sang a song and the customers came

♫ I came from nothing

♫ We made some money and I made me a name

♫ I'll make you something

♫ You are stealing this music

♫ That ain't for you to say

♫ Hey, I don't blame you brother

♫ It's the American way

♫ No, no, there's something you just don't understand

♫ Oh yeah, I understand you are a dangerous man

♫ I love your sister, really I do

♫ Don't ever let me hear those words

♫ Come out of you

♫ Not here in Memphis

There's something I ain't never showed you boy

- [Huey] Jesus.

How'd you?

- I took a sip from a white only drinking fountain.

- Well why in the hell would you do that?

- 'Cause I was 14 and I was thirsty.

♫ The danger is deep

♫ That you wanna put her in

♫ I don't care about you

♫ But she's my sister

♫ See I'm a God fearing man

♫ A Christian through and through

♫ But you can bet I'll protect my baby sister

♫ Oh

♫ She's my one and only flesh and blood

♫ Be careful with the one I love

♫ She's my sister

- Calhoun, you know I'm a man of business.

I make my decisions on what's best for my pocketbook.

- Are you firing me?

- Look, I don't like this music.

I don't understand it.

But, the ratings just come in.

You got the number one show in Memphis

and I'm gonna make me a shit load of money.

- Hey!

- You're getting a three year contract.

Hock a fucking doo.

- Oh!

- Hey.

I hope you don't mind me coming back

but I owe you something don't I?

♫ Take a taste

♫ Of this

♫ Ain't nothing but a

- Mama!

Mama would you keep up with me?

- Oh Huey, why'd you drag me to this neighborhood.

- I gotta show you something.

- Don't keep avoiding me Huey.

You've been avoiding me for months.

And I know where you been.

Sneaking around with that colored girl.

Well, it's gotta stop.

- Mama would you stop your nagging and listen.

Your good for nothing son

is actually making something of himself.

♫ How many times did I hear it

♫ How many times did they try

♫ To somehow break my spirit, to somehow make me die

♫ Huey, you're odd, crazy and slow

♫ Now much to look at

♫ Well, maybe that's so.

♫ They tried so hard to drag me down low

♫ They didn't count on

♫ Count on

♫ The radio

♫ The radio

- Hey Huey.

♫ I knew it could teach

♫ I knew it could preach

♫ I knew it could reach across the air, yeah

♫ I knew it could sell, I knew it could yell

♫ I knew it could tell the truth out there

- That girl touched me.

♫ Not bad for a backward hick

♫ Not bad for a country kid

- Take me home.

♫ Not a bad little ol' trick to do all that I did

- (laughing) I ain't listening to no more boasting.

Boasting is a sin.

- Mama you see that house up there?

- (laughs) What about it?

- Well I bought it for ya.

- What?

You ain't serious?

- Mama.

Now I'm sorry for being so boastful.

- Oh a little boasting never hurt nobody.

- Hockadoo.

- Oh Huey.

- Hockadoo.

This is Huey Calhoun, bringing in the best

in rhythm and blues in America.

Right smack in the center of the radio dial.

♫ We love when it hops

♫ We love when it bops

♫ The ride never stops

♫ Just feel it come through

♫ So turn the volume up now

♫ Let the music have its say

♫ Ain't no use holdin' back

♫ The rhythm's gonna get you, the rhythm's gonna get you

♫ The rhythm's gonna get you anyway

- I don't think you should do this.

- It's okay. - Are you sure?

- Ew!

- [Huey] Alright.

Whoa.

Yo!

Hey!

- [All] Hey!

- Come on.

Alright fellas.

Yeah, yeah.

Alright!

There you go!

Ho!

♫ We love when it sings

♫ We love when it swings

♫ I love when it brings my soul to you, yeah

♫ We use it to jive

♫ We use it to thrive

♫ And I came alive on the

♫ On the radio

♫ The radio

♫ Someday

♫ I'm gonna do you wrong

♫ Someday I'll leave you

♫ Someday I'll sing

(giggles)

♫ Say we've got today

- Hey baby.

- (exclaims) You just hear that?

They were playing Someday on the radio.

- I know, 'cause it's a great record baby.

- Oh, but it never made it much outside of Memphis.

They're still playing it.

- Well they love you in Memphis.

And they understand you in Memphis.

Just like I love and understand you

and I'm in Memphis.

- Ooo, you really smooth. (giggles)

- Oh come on now.

- It's still a little light out Huey.

By the way, what are you wearing?

- Oh I wanted to spruce up real special

for the first party of Delray Records.

What you think?

- I think you need a woman besides your mama

to start picking out your clothes.

Come on now.

Delray's gonna have our hides if we're late.

- Now wait.

I wanna give you something.

- What?

- Something.

(Felicia giggles)

Nothing.

This.

Well go on, take it, open it.

It's all paid up, ain't even on layaway.

See, I'm tired of sneaking around with you

like you was a bad thing.

And these last two years with you,

they been the best ever.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is,

would you be the woman to pick out my clothes

for the rest of my life?

Marry me?

- Get up Huey.

Now.

Now!

You really talking crazy.

How we gonna get married?

There are laws.

- We go on a trip up north, get hitched, come back.

- And then do what?

Live together in secret?

- You see I been thinking,

I don't know how secret we'd need to be.

Now I'm the most popular fella in Memphis.

I think folks would come to accept us.

- I'm glad Delray wasn't here to hear this.

And you know what, someday I wanna have a family,

a baby.

How we gonna have a baby?

- The usual way.

- Alright, we gotta get going.

- Alright, answer me this.

And pretend we ain't got

none of them crazy laws in Tennessee.

Pretend two grown adults can marry who they like.

Then, would you marry me?

- Huey, come on!

Stop walking and answer me.

Would you marry me?

Would ya?

- I would.

Yes, I would.

- Yeah, that's good.

That's good.

So, why don't you take this ring and keep it somewhere,

'cause I think thinks are changing maybe a little.

You hear about that negro lady in Alabama,

the one who wouldn't give up her seat on that bus?

Well, they got all sorts of boycotts.

- Well, if it ain't Huey Calhoun, whoo wee.

- Sorry boys, we're in a bit of a hurry huh?

Go. - Come on.

- Get him.

(men yelling)

- Please, please.

- Alright, alright.

A few years ago now, this white boy,

crazy cracker walked into my club,

said he was gonna get my sister on the radio.

But I ain't trust him, you know?

- Why?

- 'Cause well he was white boy.

What else-- - Someone help.

- Holy Jesus.

- And they hurt her bad.

- I'll call an ambulance.

- And they came at us with bats.

- [Man] And make sure you call a colored ambulance.

And call a white one for Huey.

- I'm okay, you just get one for her.

- Oh my God. - I tried to stop 'em,

but they held me down and I tried to stop 'em.

- [Man] Be quiet now, Huey.

- Speak to me baby girl.

I knew it.

I told you this was gonna happen.

- Calm down Del. - This is your fault,

your damn fault. - No, no.

- Delray.

- Oh baby girl, it's gonna be alright.

Hey, hey, hey it's gonna be alright, you hear?

Help is on the way baby.

- How's Huey?

- Felicia, I'm right here.

- Stay away from her!

- Have a seat now please. - Hush now, just hush alright.

- [Woman] The ambulance is on the way.

- Felicia.

- You son of a bitch!

I told you, that's it.

(all talking at once)

- Stop!

♫ Say a prayer

♫ That change is a comin'

♫ Say a prayer

♫ That hope is 'round the bend

♫ And if you pray

♫ That change is a comin'

♫ Oh Jesus

♫ Then may what you pray

♫ Come true

♫ Amen

- The ambulance is here.

♫ Say a prayer

♫ That change is a comin'

♫ Say a prayer

♫ That hope is 'round the bend

♫ And if you pray that change is a comin'

♫ Oh Jesus

♫ May what you pray

♫ Pray

♫ May what you pray

♫ Pray

♫ May what you pray

♫ Come true

♫ Amen

Hey Huey, are you sure you know what you're doing here?

- No, I think that's my secret,

I never know what the hell I'm doing.

I just do it.

- Hockadoo.

- [Man] Alright in four, three, two.

- Can you believe it Memphis?

They gave me my own TV show.

Hey.

Alright.

♫ Crazy little Huey was some crazy little fool

♫ Crazy little Huey liked to break every rule, come on

♫ Crazy little Huey heard what no one said

♫ That crazy white boy was crazy out of his head

♫ He loved that black music

♫ Though he's white as a ghost

♫ He played it anyway

♫ Now he's a T.V. host

♫ And he got's more success than folks ever dreamed

♫ That crazy white boy ain't as crazy as he once seemed

- Mrs. Calhoun, I can't believe I let your son

talk me into an all negro program.

- Has he been earning you a whole mess of money?

- Oh yeah.

- Then shut up.

♫ That crazy white boy ain't as crazy as he once seemed

Show 'em kids.

- One, two, three.

- [Huey] Oh here comes trouble.

♫ We talkin' non-stop be-bop do-wop-a, baby

♫ Slipslopa flip-flopa tip-top baby

♫ Name is Huey

♫ Huey

♫ Gimme Huey

♫ Huey

♫ Screwy Huey

♫ Huey

♫ Crazy little Huey is on your T.V.

- Hey kids, it's time for Huey Calhoun's new after school

television program.

And he's letting me be on it.

- Oh, you know what that means?

It's time for the gator dance.

Oh.

Baby how come you ain't dressed yet?

- I thought I could go on, but I just can't.

- It's my very first show

and you're my surprise guest singer.

- No, I just don't want people talking more.

- No one's talking.

- Ever since that night, people been whispering

that we're together.

What are folks gonna say when they see me on your program?

- That's good sense Huey.

- Mama, could you stand over there?

Now come on now, just sing one song for me.

- You don't need me.

Your program's looking kinda good,

in a stupid sort of way.

I'm real proud of you sugar.

- Hey, you know what I wish more than anything, right?

- To be a big TV star.

- No, I wish that what they done to you,

they done to me instead.

You do know that, don't you baby?

- I know that sugar.

I really do.

- [Bobby] Huey.

- Promise me you'll come on sometime soon, okay?

We got a great show for you today kids.

Hockadoo.

- [Teens] Hockadoo!

- Now I know what you're all thinking.

Huey you so ugly how'd you ever get on TV?

- Well, Mr. Simmons went

and bought himself this here station.

Put the camera on the old man boys.

So I say let's put on some rock 'n roll.

He says "Boy that's crazy.

"No one's ever put rock 'n roll on TV before."

And I say good.

Then no one knows what the heck is gonna happen.

And he says "Huey, you ugly.

"But I love ya."

And he gives me a big ole kiss on the lips.

- No, no that's not true.

That last part is not true.

- And here's the interfering woman who gave birth to me,

my mama.

So, I want ya'll to say hi to the old lady right now.

- Hey old lady.

- Huey, what do you think you're doing?

I just come to watch.

- You on TV now mama.

- I am?

- Say hello to Memphis.

- Hi Memphis.

- Attention all you elderly gentlemen out there.

This here fine looking woman has already buried one husband.

And she's looking to bury another.

(laughing)

- Oh that's right.

I am.

I am. - Oh!

And here's our announcer, old Bobby Dupree.

- Hi old Bobby Dupree.

- Hi ya'll.

- I met Bobby when he was mopping floors at WRNP.

And it turns out that all he ever wanted to do

was sing songs to the people

but they ain't never given him a chance.

Ain't that right Bobby?

- I guess.

- And Bobby, you know how I said we was gonna have

a surprise singer on the show today?

- Uh huh.

- Well that singer is you.

- What?

- Surprise. - No.

No, no.

- Oh but Bobby you sound so nice

when you sing in the men's washroom.

- But this ain't the men's washroom.

- Now just pretend that it is.

From the top Vernon.

- Um, uh.

- Men's room Bobby.

♫ Some people say I'm just a fool

♫ A man with nothin' to show

- Ain't he pretty girls?

- [Girls] Uh huh.

♫ They say I got the charm of a mule

♫ But there's something them people don't know

- Now, smile Bobby.

♫ If they could only see deep inside

♫ They'd see that my heart can sing

♫ I got my soul and I got my pride

♫ And I got me one other thing

Two, three, four.

♫ Open your eyes I got a surprise

♫ We'll be a rockin' and a rollin' till we see the sun rise

♫ Like Romeo, I'll take you places you never go

♫ Call me Big Daddy

♫ 'Cause Big Daddy got big love

♫ All the pretty boys wanna get their kicks

♫ But I'm the city boy who gets all the chicks

♫ I think you'll dig the part of me that's big

♫ Whoo

♫ Call me Big Daddy, 'cause Big Daddy got big love

Watch this mama, whoo!

(crowd cheers)

♫ Call me Big Daddy

♫ You'll flip your wig for Big Daddy

♫ Take a swig of Big Daddy

♫ 'Cause Big Daddy got big love

♫ Whoo, whoo, whoo

- [Huey] Alright Bobby.

- Whoo!

- [Huey] Come on baby.

♫ The sun is sinking

♫ And time's got me thinking

- Oh, oh, number one, baby.

I'm number one on the radio.

And when the ratings come in,

I'm gonna be number one on the TV too.

Me, who can't even spell, TV.

What's that song you sang?

- Oh just a new song I been writing lyrics for.

I'm gonna lay it down today.

- Today?

How come I didn't know about this?

- It just came up and you been so busy with your program.

I didn't wanna bother you, that's all.

- Well since when is you laying down a song

bothering me, hmm?

I'm glad you came for a visit baby.

- Oh sugar, what if we could do more than visit?

- To be honest, am I the best lover you ever had?

- Yeah okay.

What if, huh?

What if we could do more than visit?

What if we could get outta Memphis?

- What do you mean?

- I mean what if we could get up north, to New York?

- There ain't nothing worth visiting in New York baby.

Wait, that Coney Island, that in New York?

- I don't rightly know, but what if we could stay?

- In Coney Island?

- What if Delray got someone from New York

to come down, hear me sing--

- Baby, don't get your hopes up.

Your brother's been trying to do that for years.

- But if Delray could. - And the man

who's gonna make you famous is me.

All you gotta do is come on my TV show.

- But up north-- - You know what else?

I'm gonna take ya to that Coney Island.

- Up north. - Once I figure out

where the hell it is.

- Up north I wouldn't have to be

sneaking into your apartment like this.

We could be together.

We could be happy.

- It's like you're speaking Chinese baby.

We are happy, we are together.

- We could be safe up north.

- Baby I got this plan.

Now see once you come on calvacade,

well everyone's gonna love you the way they love me.

How could they not, huh?

We ain't gonna have to leave Memphis,

'cause we gonna be Memphis.

Now this is our home baby.

And what them fellers done to ya,

if I could only go back.

Hey.

This song you sang, now you come on my TV show

and you sing it for me.

And everything's gonna be okay.

Huey ain't never gonna let no one hurt you ever again.

I swear that.

♫ When the sun is sinkin'

♫ And time's got me thinkin'

♫ As we grow old, will our love stay strong

♫ Or will it disappear

- You're the music of my soul baby.

♫ Tomorrow's unknown

♫ But today is our own

♫ So take my hand, hold on with no fear

♫ 'Cause baby, 'cause baby, 'cause baby I'm here

♫ I will see you through, I'll be there for you

♫ We will endure what life has in store

♫ Have faith and believe, like the air that you breathe

♫ Love will stand when all else falls

♫ Love will stand when all else falls

♫ Whoa, I've been put through hell

♫ More than I can tell

♫ Now I finally see

♫ Whoa, there's one way to live

♫ Be kind and forgive

♫ I have the power in me

♫ Follow every

♫ We will endure what life has in store

♫ Have faith and believe, like the air that you breathe

♫ Love will stand when all else

♫ Follow me where I lead

♫ We will endure what life has in store

♫ Have faith and believe, like the air that you breathe

♫ Love will stand when all else falls

♫ Love will stand

♫ When all else

♫ Falls

♫ Whoo

- Huey. - Huey what are you

doing here?

- I was down at the radio station and Bobby was wondering

why I wasn't down at your recording session.

I say she's just laying down a song.

He says, "Yeah, for a big time record producer

"from up north."

- Baby it just came together a couple of days ago.

I'll explain later.

- Huey.

- Hey there Del.

So what's going on here?

- I hope you enjoyed the song sir.

- Well hell, who wouldn't enjoy it.

She's the best singer in Memphis and I discovered her.

- [Delray] What?

- Who you?

- Gordon Grant, RCA Records.

- Huey Calhoun, number one TV and radio man in Memphis.

- That's very nice.

Ma'am, I was telling your brother.

Now you sing negro music,

but the kind of negro music I think white folks

might really like.

Have you ever sung this new music, this rock 'n roll?

- Sure, all rock 'n roll is, is negro blues sped up.

- That's not exactly true.

- Actually sir,

- [Both] It is.

- And this man here thinks that

good white folks like you and me stole this music.

Can you believe that?

- Well I don't really care if anybody stole it or not.

Fact is kids are buying it.

So Ms. Farrell, if it's alright with you,

I'd like for you to come to New York for a bit.

If things work out I'd like to try to get you

on every radio station in the country.

- What? - No.

- Are you serious?

- I wouldn't waste my time if I wasn't.

(laughs) Is there someplace in town

we might be allowed to dine?

Together this evening?

- I know this one chicken joint.

- That's fine.

I'll pick you both up here at seven.

We'll get better acquainted.

- Now hold on a minute, I discovered this young lady.

And they didn't even tell me

they was auditioning for you today.

And me and her-- - Huey please.

- If you don't mind.

You and her are what?

Look I understand artists sometimes operate

on a different moral plane than the rest of us.

Lena Horne, married to a Jewish fella.

They're the epitome of discretion.

- Yeah, well what does epitome mean?

- It means if people find out about us,

the record company will drop my contract.

- That's right. - Felicia, we gotta talk.

I don't think this New York is such a good idea.

- Would it be a better idea Mr. Calhoun,

if you came with her?

- What? - The network's

trying to figure out how to put rock 'n roll on TV.

- Well I figured that out already.

- Okay, so how 'bout I send somebody down

to look at your television show?

No promises, but with a little polish,

you well may be what they're looking for.

- What?

(chuckles)

Really?

- You'd be seen coast to coast.

I'll set something up.

Ms. Farrell, you really are special.

- Mr. Calhoun, you really are unique.

TV might just love you.

Ha, I'll see you at seven.

- Is that guy for real?

- Yeah, he's for real and you almost blew it!

This man cannot come to New York with us baby, alright?

- Hold hold now, calm down. - Do not tell me

where I can and can't go.

- And we almost lost her 'cause of you.

She can't have children because of you.

- Hold on a minute. - I said shut your mouths.

I said shut your mouths.

Now Delray, you listen to me.

We were wrong.

We should've told Huey we were doing this today.

- Yeah!

♫ You see that fool just standin' there

♫ He's as fool as a fool can be

♫ But that crazy fool is the man I love

♫ So that fool is comin' with me

- Felicia.

♫ All of these years you've looked after me

♫ And I thank you from deep down in my soul

♫ But today is the day I worked for all my life

♫ Step aside, yeah, I'm takin' control

♫ Unroll the red carpet, and uncork the champagne

♫ We're flyn' to New York on a big ol' aeroplane

♫ It's time we stand up

♫ Stand up, and make New York hear our song

♫ Don't you know it's time to stand up

♫ Stand up

♫ Time to prove that we belong

♫ I'll get respect I never had, be a music makin' VIP

♫ And I'll be the first to play that underground sound

♫ I'll rock and roll your black 'n white T.V.

♫ You're the man I love and the brother I need

♫ But ya both been gettin' on my nervew

♫ So we go up north

♫ To where the Yankees live

♫ And live the life that we deserve

♫ Ol' Bobby Dupree, was just pushin' a broom

♫ Now I'm on your T.V., tearin' up the room

♫ I met me a girl and I make her go

♫ Wow, he's my cool cat

♫ And she's the cat's meow

- You know what your friend Huey's planning on doing next?

Putting up a speaker outside the studio.

- Why? - So that bow legged

white kids can dance along with us.

- Oh, well I sorta like that idea.

- Well it ain't smart.

- Well I know, but I like it.

♫ Now it's time we stand up

♫ Stand up

♫ Make 'em all hear our song

♫ Don't you know it's time to stand up

♫ Stand up

♫ Gonna prove that we belong

♫ We talkin' non-stop be-bop do-wop, baby

♫ Slipslopa, flip-flopa tip-top, baby

♫ Time to stand up

♫ Stand up

♫ Time to get down, get down

- This is my latest stroke of Calhoun genius.

- Huey them kids shouldn't be out here on the street

dancing like that.

- Oh Mama, would you stop your worrying?

Hey, how fantastical is it you're about to make

your calvacade debut?

- I'm so sorry it's taken me so long.

I just had to feel ready.

- You're ready.

♫ We're talking non stop be-bop do-wop

♫ Slipslopa, flip-flopa tip-top, baby

♫ Time to get down, time to get down

♫ Time to get down, time to, time to

♫ Time to get down

(gun fires)

- It's okay baby, they gone now.

You okay Mama?

- I'm fine.

But you best get her outta here you idiot.

- But I'm supposed to come on your show.

- You, go on some other time.

- She's right baby.

- No, I'm tired of feeling like this.

- For the first time ever on your TV,

the fantastical Ms. Felicia Farrell!

♫ Gonna stand up in the name of rock

♫ Gonna roll you with my song

♫ Can't ever let this music stop

♫ This train is rollin' on

♫ Don't you know it's time to stand up

♫ Make 'em all hear our song

♫ It's our time to stand up

♫ Gonna prove that we belong

♫ Don't you know it's time to stand up

♫ I say it's time to stand up

♫ It's our time to stand up, stand up

♫ It's our time to stand up!

♫ Don't you know it's time to stand up, stand up

♫ I say it's time to stand up, stand up

♫ Gonna prove that we belong

♫ Yeah

- Hey!

- Calhoun, now you gotta calm down and do what I say.

The man from the network's gonna be here any minute.

- I ain't calming down and I ain't doing what you say.

- Well I ain't lettin' ya blow this Calhoun.

They promised me I could be

one of the producers on your show.

- Ain't no one gonna watch my show if I listen to you.

You see what he wants me to wear?

A suit.

Well Huey Calhoun in a suit

is gonna scare the little children in TV land.

- It's your chance to go to New York.

- Yeah, so you gotta look better than you do.

- Well wouldn't they wanna see what I'm really like?

- No, no way.

- Gator, I liked it better when you didn't talk none.

- Look, yours ain't the only rock 'n roll show

they're considering.

There's that boy from Philadelphia, that Richard Clark.

Network thinks he's very promising.

- Hey listen, you can put on that suit or not

but my sister's going with or without you.

- The man from the network's here.

- Oh you got five minutes to get dressed Huey.

- You know what I'm gonna look like

if I put this thing on?

An undertaker.

- That's it.

I've heard enough.

Huey, shut the hell up and do what they say.

- Mama, stay outta this.

- The hell I will.

Look at you.

You look like a Christmas tree with a drinking problem.

And this is, this is your one decent chance

to be with that girl of yours.

- What? - You heard me.

- Well since when do you approve?

- I don't approve.

But you and that girl-- - Her name is Felicia.

- You and that girl

are gonna do what you wanna do anyway, right?

- Right. - Well I don't like it

and he don't like it.

But, if you gotta be with her that bad,

Memphis ain't no place for it.

- If I may add something.

- Was I talking to you?

No.

- Well Mama, this ain't like you.

- Hell.

I know.

That's why last Sunday, I went down to that colored church

you're always blabbing on about to pray on it.

- You mean you went and stepped inside?

♫ Yeah, I went to their church

♫ And heard them people pray and chant

♫ And you was right 'bout one thing Huey

♫ Colored folk sing like white people can't

And that Reverend Hobson, oh I have no idea.

That man, talked like,

he was dancing.

♫ He told us to pray some, he told us to sway some

♫ He told us the good Lord made us equal inside

♫ He told us we were sinners, told us we were winners

♫ He told us to change or our spirits will die

♫ But change don't come easy, you gotta believe me

♫ It ain't gonna happen overnight

♫ Change don't come quickly, no, not partick'ly

♫ It takes time to make all the wrongs right

♫ He said change don't come easy

♫ No, don't come easy

♫ Change never comes easy

♫ Never comes easy

♫ I was taught to hate them, was taught to denigrate them

♫ I was taught they were lesser in the good Lord's eyes

♫ Can't drink from the same fountain

♫ I'll scream it from the mountain

♫ I'm through with buyin' all their blasphemous lies

♫ But change don't come easy, you better believe me

♫ That is somethin' that you just can't refute

♫ Change don't come quickly, no, not partick'ly

♫ So get in there and put on that suit

♫ I said change don't come easy

♫ Listen to your Mama

♫ Change never comes easy

♫ So stop with all the drama

- Now put it on.

And now I'm talkin' to you.

♫ My boy loves your sister, we both know that, mister

♫ This ain't no temporary phase

♫ Cause my boy is stupid, he's been shot by cupid

♫ So we gotta change our intolerant ways

♫ The Reverend helped me find my way

♫ To carry on and pray that there's a better day

♫ So won't you come join me

♫ You gotta come join me

♫ Join me as I testify

♫ Yeah

♫ Whoo

♫ Gotta electrify

♫ Electrify

♫ Gonna mystify

♫ Mystify

♫ We gonna glorify

♫ Glorify

♫ You know I want to prettify

♫ Prettify

♫ It's all about do or die!

♫ Do or die!

♫ Come on, everybody justify

♫ Justify

♫ Hear my battle cry

♫ Battle cry

♫ As easy as apple pie

♫ Apple pie

♫ Ooo I gotta testify

One, two.

♫ Change don't come easy

- Alright mama.

♫ Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

♫ Baby, babe you're giving me a twitch

♫ So scratch my itch

- Hey boys, whale and Joe.

And this is Huey Calhoun.

- Your local undertaker.

- Okay kids, time to sell you some more junk you don't need.

- Coming up soon.

- Ms. Felicia Farrell!

- [Man] And we're off.

- Huey, Huey come here.

Come here.

I want you to say hello to Mr. Martin Holton,

from the network.

- Hi there Mr. TV man.

What you think so far?

- Well I think you're a funny fellow, Mr. Calhoun.

- You mean ha ha, I like your funny

or ha ha, I think you're an idiot funny?

- To be honest I'm not quite sure.

But you're definitely different

than anything I've ever seen on television, so that's good.

- Yeah, how good?

- Good enough that you boy here

just may give that Dick Clark a run for his money.

- Uh huh, hockadoo!

- [All] Hockadoo!

- But of course there is much to discuss.

The timing, the format, the necessary changes.

- It all sounds fine Martin.

- Yeah, if you're talking about me

changing outta this here suit, it's really, really itching.

- Actually I quite like the suit.

I was talking about your dancers.

- Well what about my dancers?

- Oh yeah, could ya'll excuse us for a minute please?

- Perhaps we should discuss this after the program.

- No, no, no, say what's on your mind.

What's wrong with my dancers?

They got the hottest feet in Memphis.

- Mr. Calhoun, I'm talking a national broadcast.

Naturally the network would insist on white dancers.

Surely you must have assumed this.

- Now why would I assume that my rhythm and blues show

won't have none of the people who make the rhythm and blues?

- Sorry, we just can't get sponsors with a negro show.

Even Nat King Cole can't get sponsors.

He's the only negro on his program.

- Yeah, I think you're right Martin

and we can discuss this later.

They boy'll listen to reason, ain't that right Huey?

- [Man] All in place.

- We don't wanna change you son,

we just wanna change the people around you.

- I'm thoroughly enjoying your program.

- What in the hell did you think was gonna happen?

- [Man] Alright in four, three, two.

- Boys and girls,

here is Mister-- - Bobby stop.

I got an important announcement to make.

Boys and girls, don't adjust your television sets.

What you see in front of you

is not your parents.

It's me, Huey Calhoun.

And the reason I'm dressed like this,

well it's a warning if you don't listen to good music,

this is gonna happen to you.

- Tell 'em Huey.

- It's time to tear down the house.

Oh, you hear that?

Oh, are you ready?

- [Girl] Come oh Huey.

♫ There's a party goin' on in the basement

♫ A party goin' on on the roof

♫ The kids are all psyched, the punch is all spiked

♫ And even the water is 100 proof

♫ We're gonna tear tear

♫ Tear down the house

♫ We're gonna stomp, stomp

♫ Stomp on the floor

♫ We're gonna have us some fun and when we're all done

♫ We're gonna have us just a little bit more

- What the hell is he doing?

- I think he's maybe taking off his clothes.

- Ah shit.

- You do that with ease.

♫ We're gonna tear, tear

♫ Tear down the house

♫ We're gonna stomp, stomp

♫ Stomp on the floor

♫ Gonna have us some fun and when we're all done

♫ We're gonna have us just a little bit more

Hey there baby.

- Almost ready.

So, did you meet the man from the network?

How's it going?

- Great.

I'm giving him a hell of a show.

- (laughs) Really?

How come you're not wearing pants?

- So, the man from New York,

the man from New York says he's mighty impressed.

Says he wants to sign me right up.

- (gasps) I knew it.

I knew it.

I knew it.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

New York ain't gonna work though.

- What?

But you said the man wants to sign you?

- Well me, yes.

But everyone else, he wants them to be a little more,

now what's the word?

Oh yeah, white.

- Of course.

Well, maybe it's something you should consider.

- What?

- I'm just saying.

- I'm just saying.

It's just as well.

Now see I been thinking.

I'm Memphis, right?

I'm happy here.

We're happy here.

- We?

- Yeah.

♫ But the man said he's gonna make me a star

- Well, he said that about me too.

♫ But you promised you'd come to New York

- Well New York ain't ready for me sugar.

♫ Well it seems they're ready for me

- But you said you wouldn't go, not without ole Huey.

- You could come and find another job on the radio.

Or do your concerts.

- I've got such big plans for you right here baby.

♫ I will see you through

♫ I'll be there for you

♫ We will endure what life has in store

♫ Love will stand when all else falls

♫ The man said he's gonna make me a star

- So they wanna whitify my dancers

and I stand up to it, but you--

- But me what?

- Since when did I get blacker than you?

- Now you hold on.

You got choices in this world.

I don't sugar.

You can be white whenever you want.

I'm colored every time I step out my door.

So don't you come telling me that you're some kinda hero

and I am some kinda sell out fool.

- Baby I didn't mean that.

- Ms. Farrell, you're on.

♫ Let me prove how much I love you

- Welcome back to Huey Calhoun's Rhythm and Blues Calvacade.

♫ There ain't nothing but dream

♫ That sets a girl on fire

- Today's fantastical guest.

♫ Yeah, I say it again okay

♫ For lipstick and desire

- Ain't she something folks?

Just the prettiest thing?

♫ Can you hunger with

- Now what man could live without her?

♫ Try and handle this, I ain't nothing but

- [Man] Oh cut it, kill it now.

- [Man] Cut the feed now.

Just do it.

- We're out.

- How could you Huey?

- Felicia.

- Oh you wanna get us all killed?

- You stay away from her now.

- You're through here boy.

You're through.

- I'm fine.

I may be through here,

but I'm the number one man in Memphis.

I can walk into any damn station I want.

- Well go ahead and try.

Maybe you were the first to play colored music for whites,

but everybody does that now.

Yeah, look around ya.

You're nothing special anymore.

- What are you talking about?

I started it all.

- Oh that's right.

You're a rebel.

Well folks grow tired of rebels.

You had your time, your time's up.

Up!

Ya'll get outta here now.

No, go on, go on.

Go on, go on home.

Where ya'll gonna be safe.

Look, look, I'll make some calls.

See if I can't get the police down here

to fend off whatever the hell's coming.

- Felicia-- - How could you?

How could you do that for everyone in Memphis to see?

- 'Cause I love you baby.

I love you more than anything.

I wanted everyone to see.

- We gotta get outta here now Felicia.

- No baby stay.

You know what old Huey's like.

- Sugar there's nothing for ya here no more.

So come with me to New York.

- What? - Felicia!

- We could be on the train tonight.

And tomorrow night we could be in Coney Island.

- Well you and me in Coney Island,

how 'bout that?

I can't.

I just, you know, can't.

Stay.

Please.

- Sugar. - Yeah baby.

- I wish you hadn't done that.

- It's better this way.

Yeah.

It is.

- And what the hell's so special about New York anyway, hmm?

I'm gonna have a another job by tomorrow.

- Huey, Ethel and me were gonna go out and get some beers.

- Come with us.

- Come down to Beale.

- Nobody'll bother you there.

- No.

♫ There's a town that I call home

♫ Where all the streets are paved with soul

♫ Down on Beale there's a honky-tonk bar

♫ Hear the wail of a blues guitar

♫ Have a beer, drop a time in the blind man's jar

♫ The blues sing softly in the air

♫ Like a Sunday morning prayer

♫ Just one more drink and you'll see God everywhere

♫ Like a sad, old melody

♫ That tears you up, but sets you free

♫ That's how Memphis lives in me

♫ There comes a time when muddy waters run rough

♫ There comes a point when a man has had enough

♫ Like a friend who always stands by me, yeah

♫ Memphis knows me, Memphis shows me

♫ How this life just has to be

♫ I couldn't even try to run away say goodbye

♫ Here I was born and here is where I'll die

♫ I'm just a man from Tennessee

♫ Can't be what I can't be

♫ All I know is Memphis lives in me

♫ Whoa

♫ There comes a time when muddy waters run rough

♫ There comes a point when a man has had enough

♫ Like a friend who always stands by me

♫ Memphis knows me, Memphis shows me

♫ How this life just has to be

♫ I couldn't even try to run away say goodbye

♫ Here I was born and here is where I'll die

♫ I'm just a man from Tennessee

♫ Can't be what I can't be

♫ All I Know is Memphis lives

♫ All I Know is Memphis gives

♫ All I Know is Memphis lives

♫ In me

And this here's Huey, coming at you

from WRKN.

A way, way up on your radio dial.

And, the ratings just came in today.

And well, I ain't too good with numbers,

but let's see now, it seems we got ourselves

about well, one radio listener.

Hello one radio listener.

Anyways, I'm gonna play me one of my favorite recordings

by someone who's starting

her very first nationwide tour tonight.

♫ Someday, I'm gonna do you wrong

♫ Someday

- Now isn't that good?

♫ But someday just ain't here yet

- And it is.

This music she sang

when I always said there was something special about it.

And I was the very first to play it

right in the center of that radio dial.

And everyone said Huey, you're crazy.

Well, I guess the world can just go right on without you.

Hock a damn doo.

- So my tour bus is pulling into Memphis.

- Felicia.

- And the driver's got the radio turned all the way up

to the edge of the dial.

- What are you doing here?

- And I hear this funny voice

that I hadn't heard in four years now.

And the driver says

he's listening to his very favorite station.

- He must be my one radio listener.

- So I say to my band, and they are very cranky,

I say we gotta make a little pit stop

'fore we get to the Orpheum.

I hope you don't mind.

- Well I don't mind at all.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- It's good to see you.

How are you doing Huey?

- Well, pretty good.

I got me this okay little job.

You wanna sit or something?

- Oh no, everyone's waiting for me on the bus.

We're late for our soundcheck.

- Hey.

Why don't you come over for supper tonight

after your concert?

And mama ain't gonna be home.

- Oh no, my fiance is with me.

- Oh.

Well I didn't know.

Ya'll happy?

- We are.

Yeah. (laughs)

- Well I'd like to hear more about him.

- Well, his name is Bill.

- Okay, that's enough.

- You got anyone?

- Well I.

Got my music.

(knocking at door)

- Hey, I'm sorry, but we really gotta get going now.

- Hey. - Hey boy.

- Just give me one more minute, huh?

- Have you asked him yet?

- Asked me what?

- Just one more minute.

- Yeah, Del.

It's good to see you.

- Yeah.

By the way, I really hate her new fiance.

- Get out!

- Alright.

- Well ask me what?

- I want you to come to my concert tonight.

Gator said you weren't planning to,

but I don't think I'd feel right

up on a stage in Memphis without you.

- No I can't.

I've got plans.

- No you don't.

- Yeah, I don't.

- Huey, you have to be there.

- Why?

- 'Cause I wouldn't be there without you.

- You mean that?

- I do.

Yeah.

I do.

- Well, thank you.

Thanks, but I can't get up on that stage.

Well ain't no one gonna remember me.

Hell they ain't even gonna remember my name.

- So you tell 'em you're Huey Calhoun.

- I was Huey Calhoun.

Now what would I say to 'em all anyways?

♫ I listened to advice from folks smarter than me

♫ And I ignored it

- Yeah, so come to my concert.

♫ I listened to hatred from folks richer than me

♫ And I deplored it

- You did.

♫ I listened to music from folks darker than me

♫ And you know I adored it

- Come to the concert Huey.

- I don't think I can.

♫ First come's a point in everybody's life

♫ When they gotta stand up and face a fight

♫ There comes a point in everybody's life

♫ When they gotta wonder if they done right

♫ I swallowed my fear, followed my heart right here

♫ And through it all one almighty thought stood clear

♫ Listen to the beat, listen to the beat

♫ Play it, obey it

♫ Love it with, love it with your feet

♫ Oooh, whoa

♫ Listen to your soul, listen to your soul

♫ Heed it, heed it

♫ Ya need it, ya need it

♫ Let it make, let it make you whole

♫ And if ya listen to the beat

♫ And hear what's in your soul

♫ You'll never let anyone steal your rock 'n roll

♫ Listen to the beat, listen to beat

♫ Play it, play it

♫ Obey it, obey it

♫ Love it with, love it with your feet

♫ You gotta love it with your feet

♫ Listen to your soul, listen to your soul

♫ Heed it, heed it

♫ Ya need it, ya need it

♫ Let it make, let it make you whole

♫ And if ya listen to the beat and hear what's in your soul

♫ You'll never let anyone steal your rock 'n roll

♫ Listen to the beat and hear what's in your soul

♫ You'll never let anyone steal your rock 'n roll

♫ Listen to the beat, listen to the beat

♫ Play it, obey it

♫ Love it with your feet

♫ Listen to your soul

♫ Heed it, heed it

♫ You need it, ya need it

♫ Let it make you whole

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Whoa, steal your rock 'n roll

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Your rock 'n roll

♫ Whoa

♫ And if you listen to the beat

♫ And hear what's in your soul

♫ You'll never let anyone

♫ Never let anyone

♫ Never let anyone steal

- The name is Huey Calhoun.

Good night and hockadoo!

♫ Your rock 'n

♫ Roll

(audience cheers and applauds)

(upbeat music)

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

- [Huey] Alright.

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

♫ Na, na

♫ And if ya listen to the beat, hear what's in your soul

♫ You'll never let anyone, never let anyone

♫ Never let anyone steal

♫ Your rock 'n

♫ Roll

(audience cheers and applauds)

♫ There comes a time when muddy waters run rough

♫ There comes a point when a man has had enough

♫ Like a friend who always stands by me, yeah

♫ Memphis knows me, Memphis shows me

♫ How this life just has to be

♫ Yeah, I couldn't even try

♫ To run away, say goodbye

♫ Here I was born and here is where I'll die

♫ I'm just a man from Tennessee

♫ I can't be what I can't be

♫ All I know is Memphis lives

♫ All I know is Memphis lives

♫ All I know is Memphis lives

♫ In me