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(SEAGULLS CAWING)

(INSTRUMENT GONGING)

(GASPS)

Cut!

(GASPS)

Darling, what do you think?

-It's just amazing. -What's it actually about?

It's engorged. It's tumescent.

It's potent. It's... It's perverted life.

Darling, what can I say? It's my life.

Aren't you afraid of being blacklisted?

Why do you think I'm here? No blacklisting in Tangier.

Are you sure you don't want

a cameo in the miscegenation scene?

Quite sure.

Lucy? A little screen test?

-Oh, I'm not sure that's... -Oh, I'd love to. (GIGGLES)

LILI: Eye contact with the lens.

(LUCY CLEARS THROAT)

Look right into it.

Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

-Like this? -LILI: Yes.

Yes. Good. Good.

Why, Lucy!

The camera makes love to you.

Passionately!

Somebody needs to.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Little birds ♪

You smell good.

Oh, my God, I need to take a shower.

-I like it. -You do?

-It's the heat here. -Is it?

Positions!

And action!

Cleanse the supplicant!

This is a rebirth!

Lucy! Imagine yourself a mermaid!

You have no fear of death

and a great fear of shallow living!

Now pour the perfumes of Babylon on her!

Let the drums of war cease!

Now inaugurate her with pleasure!

Oh, my God. (MOANS)

Yes. (CHUCKLING)

LILI: Yes.

Yes.

LILI: Ah! Good, good, good.

Oh, my God.

Hugo, that was so much fun.

-Aren't you going to wash? -No, I'm going to keep it on for a while.

You look absurd.

Dreams are necessary to life.

-Thank you! -And it's art!

Lucy, you were a revelation.

-Thank you. -My hosts are

insisting on a wrap party.

At the Mandrax Mansion.

My not-so spiritual home. Perhaps you'd like to join?

-Oh, we'd love to... -HUGO: No, thanks.

No, but thank you very much.

Half of Tangier will be there.

Well, you'll hardly miss the two of us then.

-Hugo. -I said no. I mean no.

Thank you, but no.

-Perhaps another time. -Absolutely.

I've heard rumours about those girls

that would make your hair curl.

LUCY: Mmm-hmm.

I just don't think you should mix with them.

You sound like my father.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(WHISTLING LA MARSEILLAISE)

Fifi, you know your regular, the one with the funny shoes?

Is he short-changing you?

Or are you giving him freebies?

(CLATTERING)

-Well. -Don't worry, Mama.

-I'll pay for it! -Yes, you will.

But are you going to keep paying for him?

You know, if you want to move on in this business,

if you want to start getting Cherifa rates,

you better start getting tough with your favourites, okay?

I'm sick of this donkey work!

You thirsty there, Cherifa?

(BOTH SMACK LIPS)

CHERIFA: When is the water coming back on?

I'm so done with this pumping!

That's what she said.

GIGI: You know. Before Beirut,

I used to work at a brothel in Brest.

You know what we used there for solo shows?

-Ta-da! -(ALL LAUGHING)

We never had to wash up.

Mmm-mmm.

Just sliced them up and used them

in our cocktail.

This is for my tzatziki.

(CHUCKLES)

Gigi, when you are done there, I want you to scrub the stairs.

-It's Cherifa's turn. -MAMA ZORBA: Cherifa is going on duty.

What? It's my day off!

You'll deal with whatever comes in.

GIGI: Nothing's coming in.

This place is no-go, thanks to her.

They asked me to sing a song. I sang a song.

(MOCKINGLY) Sing a song...

Yes, you did, didn't you?

You sure sang that song.

I'm a whore.

I have no time for politics.

MAMA ZORBA: Good. Neither do I.

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

Corbeau. You made it.

It's good to see you, Secretary.

I've been waiting, I got your message.

Good. Good.

It's a... An honour to help you.

Whatever I can do, sir.

-Let's take a walk. -Of course.

We won't be long.

My father spent his life working this land.

They came here with nothing. From Marseille.

They worked this soil. They fertilised these hill sides.

Their sweat

made this place.

-And now they want to take it away from us. -(SCOFFS)

That's not right.

They think independence is a dinner party.

People like us made this country worth living in, Corbeau.

The Moroccans, they build nothing.

They don't know what they have.

They don't understand it, sir. (SPITS)

Sir...

The men... They are getting nervous.

If the king returns,

and the journalists are bold enough now. But...

Your men need to be patient.

I'm can't. I can't hold them back.

We waste our time, sir.

They want to move.

-On who, Corbeau? -Nationalist.

They need to know we mean business.

We can take them all out, one by one.

France is their mother.

And the king is their father. They love him like their father.

If he comes back, they will line up behind him.

A civil war, you mean?

Well, I am ready for it.

I will fight.

Till the last breath.

"If" he comes back.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

And your men, they will trust me if you tell them?

Yes.

Good.

Wait for my word. Huh?

Hey...

The vines are coming along, huh?

Back to Tangier.

(BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH)

He's an oaf, isn't he?

But he's loyal. Like a dog.

(ENGINE STARTS)

I don't think you're quite understanding what I'm saying.

With respect, son, it's the other way around.

Now stop making excuses.

And start getting the job done.

I've done the job. I've told you.

Your people can get in touch with Vaney.

GRANT: My people?

Hugo, you're priceless. You're my people.

Vaney. I'm just saying he's the head honcho around here.

GRANT: So go get him. You got a good product here.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Yes, I'm sure he will be very interested in your guns.

-He looks the type. -No. Not guns!

Man Portable Air Defence System. MANPADS.

Yes, I'm sure they're extremely effective.

GRANT: Extremely. So there you are.

You have a lead.

Or "leash" as you Americans would say.

We understand each other. Get to work, Hugo.

Sample's on its way. They like it, there's more.

What? To who?

The tooth fairy. Who do you goddamn think?

I don't want them in the house.

Christ, Hugo.

You'll get a message. There'll be a drop.

Fix a date. That's all there is to it.

(STAMMERS) How much are they?

Depends on how much they want them, son.

That's your job.

Make them understand they need them.

Haven't you read Carnegie?

Start friendly. Use the other person's name.

Arouse in them an eager want.

Go buy yourself that book, boy.

-Right. -(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BELL DINGING)

(GASPS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

-Oh, hello. -Hello.

Oh, did you meet already my iguana friend Chico?

-Is Chico... Chico is his name? -Yes.

Did you see how beautiful he is?

Did you see the colours?

He's very handsome.

I'm totally in love with him.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Who are you?

Oh, erm, Lucy Cavendish-Smythe.

We met at the dock, with Lili.

Oh.

The miskeena girl. (LAUGHS)

Look at you.

Just off the boat, you're already broke.

How much would you like, darling?

Oh, no, I don't need money.

-Ah. -Thank you. Erm...

I heard that you're having a party here.

Yes, I do.

Would it be possible for me to attend?

Of course, darling, I'd invite you with pleasure.

La creme de la creme de Tangier is coming.

The Secretary, the Iran Shah's son.

Everybody is coming, darling.

I have to tell Hubert don't bring the monkey.

Can I bring anything?

A date? Ah!

Oh, I might not have one.

Ah, bring two then!

(LAUGHING)

And a wonderful gown.

Dress to impress, darling.

We love so much fantasy in our parties. Bye-bye, bonita.

-Thank you, Contessa. -You're welcome, honey.

SECRETARY: Well?

FREDERIC: She is back at work.

People have heard what she did though.

El Cherifa is the talk of the town.

Good. (SNIFFS)

Let them talk.

I want a closer look at her.

We can easily arrest her.

No, no, no, no. Nothing so formal.

(SNIFFS)

Let's invite her to a party.

(LAUGHS DRYLY)

Of course.

-(CHERIFA GRUNTS) -(SCREAMS)

You think you're so grand, but you're just a worm.

How dare you ignore me.

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(GRUNTING, CRYING)

A party?

With you.

What kind of party?

On the mountain.

A fancy party.

-No. -Why not?

Maybe...

-All right. -A lot of it.

Twice the normal. By the hour.

-All right. -No. Three times.

-Cherifa... -I do what I do.

Not escort stuff.

It's extra.

All right.

(KISSES)

(SNORING)

-Are you real? -OMAR: What is up?

-Who are you? -Thief.

LEO: No.

-I thought I was dreaming. -LEO: No. No.

OMAR: Stop!

LEO: No!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(OMAR SPEAKING ARABIC)

What a face.

Oh, you're wasted as a thief, darling.

You are not even good at it.

Would you like a proper job, hmm?

-Where? -Here with me.

LEO: No.

Forget it, take him to the police.

LEO: No. (GRUNTS)

I'd like a job.

-I'd like a job. -Ah!

Excellent choice.

Why don't you start right now, huh?

Go and fetch another water for me and my house guest.

Come on.

-Sure, madame. -CONTESSA: Uh-huh.

-LILI: Ugh. -Ooh.

Your taste in men.

(CONTESSA CHUCKLES)

Testosterone keeps things interesting.

We would all be bored to death without it.

Eh.

CONTESSA: I can even smell it.

(LAUGHING)

CONTESSA: Testosterone.

Sorry.

Excuse me, are you open?

For the bride.

-Of course. -Wonderful.

It's Bill, right?

Lucy.

Well, it's quite a...

Hey, what is she drinking? There.

Vodka?

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

My father doesn't have that in the house.

Says it's a communist drink.

Wanna see a trick?

Yes, I do.

(TRUMPET PLAYS SOFTLY)

Would you look at that!

-I have a question for you. -Mmm-hmm.

Our friend from the other night. Mr Abaza.

-The one with the champagne? -Mmm-hmm.

He has a tab here, right?

-Is this on his tab? -Oh, no. No.

Erm...

But if you have a tab

set up for him, you know where he lives?

-Absolutely, the guy owes me money. -Really?

-Well... -Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Erm...

Do you think you could maybe get a message to him for me?

Sure.

Thank you.

Do you wanna see a magic trick?

-I'd love to. -(GIGGLES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

-Thank you for coming. -Not at all.

Something happened?

I just wondered if I could ask you something, Mr Abaza.

Am I going to need a drink?

Why not? I've had a few.

I appreciate this must be difficult.

Yes.

You know Hugo.

You two seem very close.

But I have to say,

he can be a real stick in the mud.

-Hugo? -Yes.

Here I am in Tangier.

I know no one.

And I get invited to a party.

One party that sounds like it actually might be fun? And no.

Of course, Hugo won't go.

It's at the Contessa's house.

It's a party for a film that I'm in.

I'm not the starring role,

but they anointed me.

Hugo didn't like that.

Not at all.

A Mandrax party, huh?

The Contessa. You know her, right?

She's

fairly well-known in this town.

-Perfectly charming. -Yeah, she's a...

She's a very charming lady.

Well, she invited me personally.

-Well there you are. -I'm...

Well...

It's just that...

I can't go alone.

-And Hugo is your friend, Mr Abaza. -Adham.

He's your friend, Adham,

-but he can be a terrible bore. -(CHUCKLES)

It's funny. I...

I moved half way across the world and...

I feel I don't know the man I married.

At all. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

-Hey. -I'm sorry. I...

-It's all right. -No.

No, it's not all right. I...

He thinks there are these rules and...

There are rules.

There are rules. I know that.

I just don't...

I don't seem to be able to stick to them.

Everything I do is wrong.

I'm just wrong.

-Everything about me is wrong. -Lucy, look at me.

Rules are over-rated.

Do you think so?

I do.

Well, I'm a little embarrassed now. (CHUCKLES)

Really, it's fine.

I'm, er,

honoured you confide in me.

You're a very kind man.

You wanted to ask me something.

I wanted to ask you if you would take me to the party.

(EXHALES)

Hey.

A girl needs a date.

I'll do it.

On one condition.

What is that?

We're going shopping.

What?

That dress will never do.

(LAUGHS)

ADHAM: Think of your clothing like armour.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

LUCY: Am I in a battle?

ADHAM: We all are.

A well-tailored suit is a charm.

It shields me from the glares of nosy neighbours,

helps me pass through gates without being stopped.

It makes me feel myself,

but different.

Better.

My mother has always bought my clothes.

Can you believe that? (CHUCKLES)

Sometimes I wish I could lower the neckline.

Oh! How rebellious, hmm?

-You don't know what it's like. -What?

For your family to have unreasonable expectations?

After you.

(GASPS) Wow!

(MAGICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

So what is in fashion here?

My sisters wear a lot of Chanel.

Really?

I would never have imagined African ladies to be in the French houses.

Egypt is not Africa.

But it... It is in Africa, right?

Well, Tangier is in Morocco.

-Right? -Mmm-hmm.

But it is certainly not Moroccan.

What is it then?

The international zone?

Tangier is everything all at once.

It is everywhere and nowhere.

So, why are you here?

I didn't mean to be. Not for long.

(GASPS)

There was something I wanted in Tangier.

-That's why I stayed. -Hmm.

I love this one. This is my favourite.

Would it be possible to make a dress from that for tonight?

-HERKOVITZ: Tonight? -Mmm-hmm.

It has to be fabulous.

(SNICKERS)

HERKOVITZ: Ah, I have the very thing.

-He makes your suits? -He does.

-Oh! -Oh.

Yes.

I don't think that's very me.

You're right.

Your mother wouldn't like it.

If you wouldn't mind letting him know I'm here.

Or perhaps I could leave him a message.

Leave him my card.

Ah!

Oh, good. I wonder if you might be able to help me.

I'll do my best.

Well, I'd like to speak to Secretary Vaney.

Please.

Do you have an appointment?

Not as such.

Then I'm sorry, I can't help you.

HUGO: But...

Can I make an appointment then?

It doesn't work that way around.

If the Secretary wants to see you,

then you get an appointment.

Can you give me an indication of what it's about?

I mean, it's personal.

How personal?

No, not personal.

Confidential.

I see.

Can you give me a clue?

Not really, no.

Well, then,

as I said, I can't help you, I'm afraid.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Who's that whispering in my ear

♪ Why you old devil what you doing here?

Sorry.

-I didn't see you. ♪ Try to tell me

♪ That he's not my friend

Hey, Leo, come here.

♪ I won't stick till the very end

♪ You just don't know about my back revenge

-Come. ♪ That a devil

♪ Won't get me

-(SIGHS) ♪ And if I start to worry

-Can't you pour us a drink? ♪ That my rent's not paid

-So thirsty. ♪ And I'm not counting

♪ The money I've made

No. Not in there.

In there.

♪ That old devil

-(CHUCKLING) ♪ Won't get me

♪ 'Cause he don't know what I know

♪ That I love him left and right

♪ And when I'm smiling in his eyes

♪ How's he gonna pick a fight?

♪ And when my cup is empty

♪ And the water goes by -Isn't puppy thirsty?

No.

(CHUCKLES)

He's only interested in spraying his territory.

♪ Water in the well runs dry

♪ That old devil won't get me ♪

Oops!

More!

(BOTH CACKLING)

CHERIFA: What do you mean,

a job at a mansion?

It's a job.

I work.

They pay me.

I stop.

We leave here.

-We marry. -(SNICKERS)

Is it like the boys' beach?

They say don't go without two hats.

'Cause if you drop one,

you don't wanna bend over (CHUCKLING) to pick it up.

I've heard that one, too.

But not about the mansions.

(LAUGHTER)

I heard about a game the Mandrax sisters used to play.

You know, the Mandrax,

the biggest house in Tangier?

They bought a pair of dogs from Germany.

Pedigree, very expensive.

They loved those dogs.

Fed them better than me and you have ever been fed.

Meats every day,

clean water,

fancy jewel collars and little silk jackets.

Hey, don't you wanna hear the story?

-No, I don't want... -So one day,

the Contessa comes home,

she's been out

at a royal tea party or something.

And what does she see?

The dogs have their snouts

stuffed between the daughters' legs

and their skirts are all the way up to their faces

-and the dogs lick and lick... -Stop!

-...and lick! -Stop it!

You're crazy.

You know what sound they make when they cum?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-(MOANS) -Stop it!

(MOANS LOUDLY)

Stop it!

Where are you going?

Crazy.

LUCY: I think I might have to wear a slip under this.

Don't you dare!

You'll ruin the effects.

I'm not wearing any underwear.

You look stunning.

Thank you.

This was a good choice.

To your new dress.

-And to my shopping friend. -(GLASSES CLINK)

You will have your pick of lovers in Tangier.

Do you really think so?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

No, I don't want lovers in Tangier.

I wanna be a good wife for Hugo.

I really do want that.

Actually...

Maybe you can help me with something.

What do you think I might help you with?

I wanna know more about him.

I know nothing about Hugo.

And men must talk, right?

You guys talk like women do,

we talk about everything.

I just...

I wanna know

what he likes and what he doesn't like.

What he thinks about when he can't sleep.

What his favourite meal is, what...

What turns him on.

I'm not sure I'm the person to ask.

Oh.

Well, shall we pick a lipstick?

-Yes. -Yeah.

Darling! Hello. (KISSES)

Say hello to our guest.

-Hello. -Hello.

What do you think I should choose?

Scandal Red or Shocking Pink?

-Shock me. -Oh! Okay.

What on Earth are you wearing?

You don't like it?

It's for the party.

Adham is taking me.

We agreed we're not going to that.

Mr Abaza here is not squiring you to a bohemian orgy.

Stop it, Hugo.

It's not gonna be an orgy.

Would the Shah of Iran's son be seen at an orgy?

Would Secretary Vaney?

-Vaney. -Yes.

I'll get changed.

(GASPS) You're gonna come?

Yes. And you're right. I should take you out more.

Thank you, Mr Abaza, but you'll no longer be required this evening.

No! We can all go.

HUGO: (SCOFFS) You haven't seen how embarrassing our friend here can be.

Nothing embarrasses the Contessa.

Well, last time we went to the Parade Bar,

he collapsed in Tennessee Williams' lap.

He doesn't know when to stop.

LUCY: Hugo!

Apologise.

You see, I think it's only right that you take your husband.

Perhaps you're right.

Let's see you both soon.

No! Absolutely not.

The Contessa invited me and she said that I could bring two dates!

And here I am with the two most handsome men in all of Tangier.

-So two dates I shall bring. -(SCOFFS)

Wonderful.

Let's not be late.

All this independence talk

is spooking the banks.

It's not that I'm complaining about that.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

-Should we be packing? -SECRETARY: No.

Absolutely not.

CONTESSA: But the nationalists are out of control.

If the King comes back...

They will be brought to heel.

No.

They rally behind him.

You can feel the resentment everywhere more and more.

The gardener, the handyman, the cook.

They find small ways to make it clear.

The whispers. The tiny gestures.

They hate us, they really do.

If we're pushed out,

I don't know where we can go.

My daughters are hardly Spanish.

Morocco's our home.

Their home, too.

Yes, of course.

You are under my protection, Contessa.

The protection of France.

You and your family will always be safe in Tangier.

Inshallah, my sweet Pierre.

And now, you are under my roof.

Let's all have some fun. (CHUCKLES)

More champagne.

Merci. -(CONTESSA CHUCKLES)

MAMA ZORBA: Cherifa?

Cherifa?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SNICKERS)

I'll go with you for half the price.

MAMA ZORBA: Worth the wait, huh?

Let's go.

Try and bring back some tricks for the other girls, huh?

Mmm.

MAMA ZORBA: Monsieur.

Merci, monsieur.

Don't touch me.

Not outside these walls.

(GROWLS)

(TRUMPETS PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(LAUGHTER)

Oh, my goodness.

Oh!

Come.

Hugo?

(SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Wow.

Oh, welcome, darlings!

Hugo, you made it!

-How terribly brave. -(CONTESSA LAUGHS)

Yes. He's well aware of the dangers at my parties.

Aren't you, Hugo? (LAUGHS)

But look at you!

What a delightful threesome you make

-I'm gonna go and get something to drink. -Okay.

Oh, sweetie.

Excuse me.

CONTESSA: Stop, stop.

Mmm.

I want to show you something right now.

I have to work.

Don't worry about the work. I give you a break.

I don't need a break.

Oh, of course you need.

Come! Merci beaucoup.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

-I'm here to work. -Yes, you're gonna work?

Come on, let's work. (LAUGHS)

Whoo! (LAUGHS)

-(GASPS) Love your dress, darling! -Thank you.

-(CHUCKLES) -Hello, beautiful.

Hi.

It's so nice that you are all so close.

-Oh! -You like to party?

-DITA: You want something? -Adham's getting me a drink.

(PERFORMER CONTINUES SINGING)

What is this dance?

Oh, that is the conga.

You have to try. It's amazing, Lucy.

You have to dance. Come on, go on.

(LAUGHTER)

Oh!

CHERIFA: Come see me.

FREDERIC: What are you doing?

I wanna eat something.

Later. Come on.

CONTESSA: How beautiful!

You know how much this is worth, hmm?

-No. -You wanna touch it?

Touch it.

Fifty years of your salary.

That's what this is worth.

And what do you think

would happen if it disappears without a trace, huh?

Fifty years in prison.

(CHUCKLES)

Clever boy.

-What are you doing? -(MUMBLING)

No!

(MUMBLING) Go on.

Take this.

(LAUGHS)

Come on, come on!

(LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Thank you, Frederic.

Thank you, Frederic.

You know who I am?

The man who paid me to sing.

It was a memorable performance. Come.

CHERIFA: You could have asked for me yourself.

Everybody knows who I am and where to find me.

Especially after the other night.

I made quite an impression.

All of Tangier was talking about it.

On you.

You did.

And here we are.

But not in the way that you think.

No?

I have no need of a prostitute, Cherifa.

(SCOFFS)

You let me know if you change your mind.

Sit down.

Why?

(LAUGHTER)

I don't come to parties for fun.

I'm enjoying our talk.

Oh, a talker.

You don't look like a talker.

What kind of man do I look like?

A kind of man who enjoys being ridiculed from time to time.

Don't be shy, Mr Secretary.

Understand this, Cherifa.

I also get paid.

I get paid to protect this colony for France.

Tangier is full of discontents

so when people go rousing the rabble,

well, this rouses me.

I can see that.

HUGO: Greetings from America.

Who are you?

I'm sorry. Hugo Cavendish-Smythe.

Secretary Vaney, I presume?

It's an absolute pleasure, monsieur.

May I call you monsieur?

Why not?

The thing is,

I have an opportunity for you.

What is it?

A MANPADS.

Man Portable Air Defence.

Stop, Mister...

Cavendish-Smythe, but this prototype will...

Please, let's not pollute the party.

Let me give you my card.

If you'll excuse me, Mr Cavendish.

Er, Smythe.

Thank you very much.

It was a pleasure, monsieur.

All mine.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHTER)

Still looking lovely.

Thank you.

Where did Hugo go?

I don't know. I thought you'd be dancing.

No, so did I.

-Come on. -Really?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

CONTESSA: (MOANING) Yes!

I like that very much.

I thought no one was gonna ask me.

Come on, with this dress?

-(CHUCKLES) -Impossible.

-Show it off. -(LAUGHS)

♪ They think loving

CONTESSA: Ah, yes, yes!

♪ Money in the hand ♪

(MOANING)

Very good.

(SCREAMS) No!

Cherifa, wait!

CONTESSA: Where are you going?

They've made you the dog!

(SCREAMING) Dog!

Cherifa!

-Cherifa. -Stay.

Cherifa.

(CHUCKLES)

-You want to? -Yeah, of course.

♪ A one, a two a buckle-up shoe

♪ A three, four, five

♪ Baby, come alive

♪ My left foot out

♪ Her right foot in

♪ I need a man

♪ Let the music begin

♪ Shaba-daba-doo

♪ Shaba-daba-doo

That's my wife.

♪ Shaba-daba-da shaba-da

♪ Shaba-daba-doo

♪ Everybody dance

♪ The shaba-daba-doo tonight

♪ Comme ci, comme ca

♪ Sha-la-la-la-la

♪ Swing along more

♪ Longer to the door

♪ Step out

♪ Shuffle in

♪ I need a man

♪ Who wants to do

♪ Shaba-daba-da shaba-da

♪ Shaba-daba-doo

♪ Everybody dance

♪ The shaba-daba-doo tonight ♪

(APPLAUSE)

Muah! Thank you.

You must come to lunch.

We'd love to.

Just your wife.

♪ I love you, Cindy Lou

♪ Cindy Lou, Cindy Lou

♪ Cindy Lou, Cindy Lou Cindy Lou

♪ Cindy Lou, Cindy Lou

♪ Cindy Lou, Cindy Lou

♪ Well, my baby boo ♪ Cindy Lou, Cindy Lou

♪ Oh, baby boo ♪ Cindy Lou, Cindy Lou

♪ Well, that you love about me too

♪ Cindy Lou, Cindy Lou

♪ C-I-N-D-Y

♪ L-O-U

♪ C-I-N-D-Y

♪ L-O-U

♪ Well, Cindy Lou ♪ ♪ Cindy Lou, Cindy Lou ♪