All language subtitles for The A-Team (1983) - S04E06

* She's a super freak.
Super freak *

* She's super-freaky *

What would Rick James
want with the A-Team?

I need your help.

C.J.'s back in jail.

And I want that man dead.

Well, we can't do anything
unless we can get
into that prison.

[prisoners shouting]

The Howler himself....

* Same old
backbeatin' rhythm *

We love it! Yeah.

(male narrator)
In 1972,
a crack commando unit...

was sent to prison
by a military court...

for a crime
they didn't commit.

These men promptly escaped...

from a maximum-security
stockade...

to the Los Angeles
underground.

Today, still wanted
by the government...

they survive
as soldiers of fortune.

If you have a problem,
if no one else can help...

and if you can find them...

maybe you can hire the A-Team.

[gun firing]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[heartbeat thrumming]

*[The Heart of Rock and Roll
playing]

* LA, Hollywood
and the Sunset Strip *

* Is something
everyone should see *

* Neon lights *

I'm gonna beat him,
if he don't shut up.

Actually, I think
he sounds pretty good.

Don't humor him,
Faceman.

If you do,
this fool just keep
going on and on and on.

Nonsense.
Murdock, just....

* Still that same old
backbeatin' rhythm *

Come on, Murdock.

Hannibal's waiting.
The concert's
already started.

*[music playing]

* Go *

* Go *

* Let your feelings show *

* Don't you know
that's what they love? *

* Go *

* 'Cause I'm standing *

* Beautiful thinking,
beautiful thinking *

* Go *

* Go *

* Don't you know
you are beautiful? *

* You'll feel much better *

* 'Cause one thing I know
I can go *

* Oh, baby *

* Girl, you're so sweet *

* You're my precious, right *

* If you like me *

* we'll make love tonight *

* You're such a jewel *

* You're a precious gem *

* Open your heart, girl *

* Let me come on in *

* Beautiful thinking,
beautiful thinking *

* Go *

* Go *

* Don't you know
you are beautiful? *

* I'm in love *

* Love *

* Oh, baby *

* Beautiful thinking
beautiful thinking *

* Go *

* Go *

* Don't you know
you are beautiful? *

* You'll feel much better *

* 'Cause one thing I know
I can go *

* Oh, baby *

* Go *

[crowd cheering]

[crowd applauding]

*[scatting]

* Go *

* Go *

[crowd cheering]

[crowd roaring]

(Rick)
Man, am I glad
you made it...

because I was really
getting worried.

When y'all didn't pick up
them tickets last night...

I didn't think
you was ever gonna make it.
We're here now.

I'm glad.
See you all later.

[Rick exclaiming]

C.J. Mack is one
of my best friends.

When I was down
and he was up...

he stood by us,
he made us play...

he made us sing backup
on his records...

he gave us openings
in his gigs,
no matter who protested.

(Face)
Boy, C.J. Mack.

I wore out three copies
of his Blood Simplealbum
when we were in Nam.

Hey, man, isn't a dude
alive who haven't heard
of C.J. Mack.

You can say that again,
brother.

Why, right in the middle
of the blood, and the guts,
and the noise...

you could hear
the reassuring sounds
of C.J. Mack.

And that Blood Simple
was practically
the common soldier's anthem.

That was before he got sent up
for manslaughter.

Before he got sent up
on manslaughter charges,
nothing.

The judge gave
a full sentence to the man
'cause he was rock and roll...

with loud music
and all that silly nonsense.

But that was way back then,
and he pleaded guilty.

And he admitted
he fell asleep at the wheel...

and he admitted
that he hit the girl.

But he wasn't on no drugs.

He didn't have any alcohol
in his system.

He's a special kind of cat...

man, and he took
the full count.

I don't know what it is,
but something's happened.

He's into something,
and I really wanna help him.

I ran a check on your friend.

He's been turned down
for parole twice.

If it wasn't
for the superior efforts...

of his lawyer,
a Miss Devon Paige...

he wouldn't be
getting released tomorrow.

I don't understand, though.
What's the problem?

I don't know, B.A.,
but you know, me
and a couple of guys, man...

like, we've always
stayed in touch with him.

We go see him, we send him
some of our latest stuff...

you know, just so he can hear
what we're doing.

Matter of fact,
I even gave him a guitar...

and he started recording
some of his own tracks.

Dynamite stuff, man.
It's like he's getting
that feeling back...

but then it disappears.

He won't take visitors
and he won't see people.

It's like
he has no more life,
and he doesn't care.

He's, like,
he's given up on music.

A man goes to prison
for 10 years...

he ain't gonna be the same
when he come out.

You know what I mean?
I understand that, B.A...

but not after all this time.

There's just no C.J.
without music.

I mean, he's a reflection
of his own music.

Even the stuff he recorded
on this little tape recorder
we gave him, man...

you should hear
that stuff, man.

You should just listen to it.

I've been knowing him
a long time.
He's my main man.

And I need your help,
that's the bottom line.
I need your help.

(C.J.)
* What do you do *

* when the one you love *

* is gone? *

* How do you face each day *

* all alone? *

* Well *

* How do you smile *

* when the pain is growing *

* inside? *

[guitar stops]

Everybody say
you're getting out today,
fish.

*[playing guitar]

Everybody's well informed.

Where you got it?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Half the yard is watching us,
Gravedigger.

You gonna kill me
in front of
all these witnesses?

You been going to school
here 10 years, musicman...

and you ain't learned
diddly jack.

There ain't nobody
looking at us.

I can make it real bad,
musicman.

So bad, you won't enjoy
standing for a whole week.

Yo, Gravedigger...

you playing ball,
or you planting the guard?

Guess this is one tune
we don't get to finish...

since I'm getting out.

There's getting out...

and there's getting out.

(Crichton)
It is just a shame...

that something
like this happened
on your coming-out day, C.J.

I would like to think
that the other prisoners
wouldn't be jealous.

That they would
see a future...

when another inmate
got released.

That...

is what happened, isn't it?

Yes, sir, just a....

Just a couple of fellows
getting carried away.

I can get another axe
on the outside.

You have been
a model prisoner.

I wish everybody
who came through those doors
was just like you.

Make my job a lot easier.

I don't think they built
a place like this, for guys...

who fall asleep
at the wheels of Maseratis.

No, no, they sure didn't.

Good luck.

Yeah, it's gotta be him.

They're transporting him
to the releasing facilities.
Let's go, B.A.

This ain't the way
to the releasing facility,
Hannibal.

This isn't the way
to anywhere.

Get out.

You know, you're crazy.
Both of you.

What are you talking about,
bro?

You got out
all official-like.

You just skipped out,
and nobody knows
where you are.

Now, I've done my time.

And there's no reason
I'd go AWOL
on the releasing facility.

And you--

[coughing]

Now, tell me where you hid it,
you sack of spit.

You'd kill me anyway.

You got that right.

[tires screeching]

[machine guns firing]

C.J., you all right?

Come on.

Go, B.A.

(Face)
Devon Paige?

How do you do?

I was wondering
if you might have a moment.

Not for people who approach me
in underground garages.

I have an office.
Call for an appointment.

I see. Well, it's regarding
one of your clients.

Oh?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, then, definitely
make it during office hours.

See, I'm James Peppage...

of the Central Division
of Parole Applicants.

Wrong.

You are not anyone
named James Peppage...

and there is no such thing...

as the Division
of Parole Applications.

Lucky for you.

You'd be in a lot of trouble
pointing that gun at me.

I have a license
to carry this.

I also happen to be
a very good shot...

and will have no trouble
if I decide to shoot you.

Let's avoid that
at all costs.

I just wanted
to talk to you
about C.J. Mack.

C.J.?
Yeah.

What do you know about C.J.?
What's happened to him?

I really think you should come
and talk to him in person.

You know where he is?
Yeah.

He's with some friends of mine
who are helping me housesit.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

[birds chirping]

C.J.!

Hey, babe. How's it going?

Are you kidding?
What do you mean,
"how's it going?"

I've been going through hell,
for years,
trying to get you paroled.

And, then, when I finally
turn that rock over...

I find
you're an escaped prisoner.

Escaped, while on his way
to the release center,
no less.

It's all okay, Devon,
really. Relax.

Relax?

Not only are you
an escaped prisoner...

but you're consorting
with known felons.

Extremely well-known felons,
I must say.

I'm Hannibal Smith.

You're the A-Team.
He told me.

(Face)
Aw, thanks for
helping out, Candy.

Anytime, Butch.

Butch?

Do you have any idea
what kind of trouble
you're in?

Not half as much trouble
as he was in prison,
Miss Paige.

Really,
I finally feel safe here.

What are you talking about?
You're not making any sense.

(Murdock)
Yes, he is making sense.

You see, C.J. has
just explained to us...

that he has uncovered
an entire ring
of armed robbers...

that are operating
right inside the prison.

Apparently,
any number of convicts...

and one guard
in particular...

Quint.

...Quint,
Quint is running the ring.

From jail?

Quint is the guard
who is in charge...

of the Work Furlough program.

He picks the prisoners
who go out for the day.

They pick a target to rob
close to the work site...

then they take it down
afterwards.

No one even suspects them...

because
when the robbery occurred,
they were in jail.

It's true, Devon.

How come you never told me
any of this before?

Because, while
I was locked up in there,
they kept an eye on me.

I didn't know if they were
watching me or listening.

Do you have any proof
of any of this?

Yeah.

Well, then give it to me.
I'll do something about it.

It's in jail.
Under the floorboards
in the workshop.

I didn't have
a chance to get it out.

And once they knew
I was on to them...

they were watching
to see what I'd done
with the cassettes I made.

(Devon)
Where does that leave you now?
You're still wanted.

You have not been
officially released.

You're gonna
have to let me
take you back.

What do you think, Hannibal?

Well, don't ask him.
He's wanted
by the law himself.

I'm in charge here,
Miss Paige.

You were only invited here
by courtesy...

because Mr. Mack requested it.

If we take him back to jail
before we catch
those crooks...

he's dead.

Now, you don't want
to get him killed, do you?

Well, no.

[sighing]
I don't know what to do.

I happen to be
an officer of the court.

I could be disbarred
for helping you guys.

Oh, no, you can't.
You were kidnapped.

By me, at gunpoint.
Remember?

I was holding the gun.

Well, what can you do
to get these guys?

We can follow them,
figure out what they're
gonna hit next...

and then give them
an old-fashioned hoe-down.

Right, Murdock?
Sure...

Butch.

Butch?
Butch.

Yeah.

Yes, gentlemen,
may I help you?

You can get in the back
and open that safe you got.

Oh, no.
You will not hurt me?

Just do as I tell you.

Then you will not hurt me?

No, he didn't say that.
He just says
do like he tells you.

[whimpering]

Open it.

[whimpering]

It's open.

Get out of the way.

*[scatting]

Hey, what's going on
back there?

Your friend decided...

it was not nice to rob
crippled old men.

Oh, yeah? I'll show him
what's right or not.

No, pal. I'll show you.

[machine gun firing]

Come on, get moving.

Well, lets see.

Yeah.
Shall we go?

(Hannibal)
Yeah.
Okay.

[birds chirping]

(Devon)
Yes, we'll be down
at the releasing center...

within the hour.

Well?

Well, I told them
that you surrendered
yourself to me immediately...

and that you wanna go
and turn yourself back in.

And I requested
that Warden Crichton
meet us there...

since he's been
your biggest supporter
in this matter.

So, you think
they'll believe me?

How can they not?

We dropped those guys
right in front of Metropolitan
Police Headquarters.

Along with a little note.
"How can mugs like these...

"be robbing jewelry stores
while doing 20 years
hard labor?"

Come on, let's go.
I told them we'd be there
within the hour.

I don't know
what to say to you guys.

How can I repay you?

How about some tickets
to your next concert?

There's not gonna be
a next concert, B.A.

You're crazy, man.
Singing is what you do.

It's what I did.

Anyway, thanks.

Perhaps, we could get together
and have dinner sometime.

I can leave home my fake ID,
and you can leave home
your gun.

Maybe, but...

I think you're a little bit
ahead of yourself.

Hi. I'm looking for Ramone,
the photographer.

(all)
Ramone?

Work never ends.

(Murdock)
See you, Butch.

I thought you were supposed
to be here tomorrow.

I can't believe
how you mucked this up.

I simply want this guy
taken care of.

Somewhere outside the prison.

I write him
a clean bill of health,
so he'll get paroled.

And then you go ahead
and you let Jones...

and all those other idiots
get theirselves busted.

I swear we didn't know
what was happening.
Those guys weren't even cops.

Lucky for us.

And lucky for you that
that attorney of his
called back here.

Now, I'm going down
to the releasing center...

and I'm going to bring
that guy back.

And I want you to find someone
who's not gonna mess up
this time.

It's got to look
like an accident...

and I want that man dead.

Ah. How about
some ice tea?

Oh, I'm glad
you guys are still here.

I was afraid you might've
cleared out by now.

We just don't get a chance
to work on our tans
at the hospital.

Yeah.

What happened?
C.J.'s back in jail.

And so are those goons
you guys caught.

What?
That doesn't make any sense.

I know. I know.

[stuttering]
I don't know what to do. I--

Now, now, just calm down.

Take it slowly.
Now, what happened?

We got back
to the releasing center
as we were supposed to.

Then when I tried to have
the arrest of those hoods
checked like you asked...

they couldn't pin anything
on Quint...

because a report
had gone through
about the escape.

That's not possible.
They couldn't have had time
to put through the report.

Warden Crichton verified
that the report went out.

He doesn't know
why it didn't get
to the police any sooner...

but Warden Crichton's
word is strong.

If you're thinking
what I'm thinking...

my heart belongs to you,
Daddy.

Yeah.

The warden could have been
in on this the whole time.

Crichton?
Yeah, make a nice
little safety net.

Who else could move
prisoners in and out...

have guards changed
without being questioned?

Then he's the one
that's been trying
to kill C.J.

And now he's got him
right back there.

And there could be
a convenient accident
at any time.

You have to do something.

Well, we can't do anything
unless we can
get into that prison.

Why, now, that's crazy.

Maybe KA-Team Radio...

could throw a party for C.J.

I mean, the warden can't kill
the guest of honor...

and not attract attention.

Yeah. And who's
on the guest list?

Rick James.

Tina Turner.

Kenny Rogers.

Lionel Ritchie?

Oh.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Of course I'm aware
of what it could do....

Yes, absolutely. I'm for it.

The Governor is correct,
it's a terrific idea.

It's just that this part
about C.J. Mack....

Yes, he has been
a model prisoner,
right up....

Right.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Damn.

They want me to arrange
for a concert.

Here, tomorrow,
in honor of C.J. Mack.

And one of their requests
is that C.J. perform a song
with them.

We can't
let this guy pal around
with his old friends.

Suppose he tells them
something.

Well, what the hell
am I supposed to do?

The Governor thinks
it's a good idea.

Congressman Pierce thinks
that it's a good idea.

The Mayor thinks
that it's a good idea.

Except for our little problem,
it would be a good idea.

So, how do I
explain to them that
I don't want their guys...

making contact
with C.J. Mack...

because he could
put us away
in our own prison?

He should have
that accident right now.

Yeah.

Well, don't act as dumb
as you are.

I want you
to keep somebody on him
all the time.

I don't want him
out of sight of a prison guard
for more than five seconds...

or it's your butt.
You got it?

[sighing]
Maybe, it'll turn out
to be the best thing.

If he'll lead us
to those tapes
that he made...

then we get them first.
We haven't got a problem...

'cause once we've got
those tapes in our hand
he can sit here and rot.

Nobody's ever
gonna listen to him.

*[Jailhouse Rockplaying]

Hey, excuse me, Warden.

I wanna introduce to you
Mr. Rick James.

Hello, Mr. James.
How you feeling?

I am Murdock the K,
the Howler himself...

and I want to tell you,
you are
the talk of the town...

with what you've been doing
out here today.

Why don't you come
on my show...

and answer some phone calls
and something...

because the people out there,
they wanna know what it is.

I mean, what it is
that has inspired
this great show...

of love and togetherness.

What it is?

What it is.

Why, I'd love to.
I listen to your show
all the time, Mr. K.

I'm sure you do.
Excuse me, Warden.

I want you to do me
a real good favor.

Please give this
to C.J. for me.
It's very important.

What is this for?

Just a couple of tunes
to rehearse.

I'd like him to go over it
and make sure, you know,
he knows what we're doing.

He gonna need
these, too?

Well, we wouldn't want
anyone around to hear
what we're gonna play tonight.

You know,
that would spoil all the fun.

Right. I'll see
that he gets it.

I appreciate that.

No, you gotta....

Oh.
Okay?

Right on.
Yeah, he's cool.
He cool.

All right?
Just check it out.
Might dig it.

*[blues music playing]

[tape rewinding]

*[blues music playing]

See that C.J. Mack
gets this.

Hey, don't use
so many outlets.

Ha!

Tried to pass off.

They performed
the other night
in Memphis.

Gonna try again tonight. Well!

Right!

Now.

Looking cool,
my man.

Looks like you got 220
running through a good part
of this establishment.

How about this here,
upper H and K?

No way,
that's a cellblock area.

You ain't cleared
to get up there.

Wow, man,
like, take it easy.

I mean, he's just asking.
Yeah.

Yeah, well, these areas here,
and here, are restricted.

Well, how about this
over here, workshop?

It's got plenty of juice.
You gonna let us in there,
are you?

Yeah, workshop area. Sure.

Well, dig it, babe.

It's been waiting
right here for us.

[laughing]

Now, we got to follow
the lead.

So start looking
for the run-off
under the floor.

Ooh!

The run-off, wow!
Under the floor,
don't you know?

Hey, under the floor?
What are you guys gonna do?

We'll try and keep ourselves
from getting blowing up,
is what we're gonna do.

Yeah, well...

if you guys are gonna
pull this place apart, maybe
I should call the warden.

Maybe you should.

We're just going to pull up
a couple of floorboards...

but do whatever you do,
my man.

Do whatever you do.

Looking good, partner.
Looking good.

Hey.

The numbers
you'll be playing tonight.

I never said I'd play.

I don't care if you stick it
in your nose.

It's for you.

*[blues music playing]

(B.A.)
Hey, C.J.

C.J., this is B.A.
I've got a small receiver...

hidden in the headphones.
You can't talk back
so just listen.

We're gonna
get you out of here.

You just be real cool...

and let them bring you
down to the stage,
like they said.

It ain't no trick
by the warden.

We gonna get you
out of here.

Okay?

*[blues music playing]

[grunting]

Excuse me, pal.

Come on, sister.

Show us your treasure.

[grunting]

Oh, wow!
Hey, Jake, my man.

Listen, man,
could you....

Could you, like....

Do me a favor, huh,
would you, would you?
Oh, wow! Now....

[Face laughing]

Now, just keep
your eye on the dial...

and tell me
when it says 180.

180?
Yeah, right,
Jake, man.

1-8-0.

(guard)
You got it.

Good, Jake.

Wow, man, okay. Yeah.

You got it, Jake?

No.

Oh, man,
are you sure?

Of course, I'm sure.
It's 150.

Wow.

Must have missed the juice
out of that second socket.

Right.

Oh, Jake, Jake, man.

Keep your eye
on the amps there, man,
or you'll fry us all.

(Hannibal)
There.

I think
that might do it.

Yes, it certainly should.

Tapes, please.

Thank you.

You know, Warden,
I bet those tapes show...

you run a nifty little
robbery ring...

and a terrific prison.

Well, you'll
certainly get a chance
to find out firsthand.

You check back with me
in about 20 years...

Colonel Smith.

Hey! Hey, he
knows you.

Price of fame.

Crowd is getting
restless, C.J.

It's time
for your big comeback.

*[Super Freak playing]

* She's a very special girl *

(chorus)
* The kind of girl
you want to know *

* From her head
down to her toenails *

* Down to her feet, yeah *

* And she'll wait
for me backstage
with her girlfriends *

* In a limousine *

* Going back in Chinatown *

* Three's not a crowd to her,
she says *

* Room 714, I'll be waiting *

* When I get there
she's got incense,
wine and candles *

* It's such a freaky scene *

* That girl is pretty kinky *

(chorus)
* The girl's a super freak *

* The kind of girl
you read about *

* In new-wave magazines *

* That girl
is pretty wild now *

* The girl's a super freak *

* I really like to taste her *

* Every time we meet *

* She's all right
She's all right *

* That girl's all right
with me *

* Yeah *

* Hey, hey, hey, hey! *

* She's a super freak,
super freak *

* She's super freaky *

* Temptations sing *

* Super freak, super freak *

* That girl is super freak *

* She's a very kinky girl *

* The kind you won't
take home to mother *

* And she will never
let your spirits down *

* Once you get her
off the street *

Blow, Daddy!

*[saxophone playing]

Just look at him, man.
Is he cold-blooded or what?

I can dig it, man.

And pretty soon
you gonna be
great again, too.

Not me, B.A.
Not this old boy.

What you talking about, man?

Rock and roll might be here
to stay, but not C.J.

I been, B.A. I been,
and now I'm gone.

That's crazy, man.
You ain't no truck driver,
or a surgeon.

You don't retire
or grow too old
to do what you do.

You can't.
What you do is you.

It's something inside you...

and nothing can get rid of it
unless you die.

All the time
my life was going great...

and I didn't think
I was going through anything
worth singing about...

I had plenty to say
in my songs.

But I've been dead
for years now.

Since that night,
since I've been in here.

A lot of guys
had it tougher than you
and they came through it.

So you done something wrong.
But you paid your dues.

And you gotta keep on playing,
and be who you really are.

Because a lot of people
out there went through
a whole lot of trouble...

to do for you.

And now you gotta do for them
what you always have done...

and that's sing.

[people cheering]

[people applauding]

[people whistling]

Great, man!
Thank you! Thank you!

Thank you, Mr. Rick James.
Thank you.

Warden Crichton thanks you.

His officers thank you
for providing him
with job security.

But that's enough of that.

Now, I want to
introduce to you...

somebody I know
that you love and remember.

So, I want you to create
a quiet riot...

for the cellblock rocker
himself...

Mr. C.J. Mack!

Yeah!

[people applauding]

Go ahead, brother.
Show them.

[people whistling]

[people cheering]

*[Steamroller playing]

* I'm a steamroller, baby *

* I'm bound
to roll all over you *

That's very touching.

I was wondering
how I was gonna
get him out there.

Take him away.
Put him with the others.

* I'm bound
to roll all over you *

I must say, Warden,
this is quite a PR coup
to have pulled off.

* I'm gonna inject your soul *

Maybe you can prevail upon
your personal relationship...

with Mr. Mack to perform
at other prisons.

I certainly think
that's a possibility,
Mr. Mayor.

Given...

my special relationship
with C.J.

* I'm a cement mixer *

* A churning urn
of burning funk *

Well, we could make some
personalized plates.

Mmm.

Sure would be nice
if we had B.A. and Murdock.

Hi, guys.

[door slams]

Nice, huh?

* I'm a napalm bomb, baby *

* Guaranteed
to blow your mind *

* I'm a napalm bomb, baby *

* Guaranteed
to blow your mind *

* If I can't *

* If I can't have
your loving, baby *

* There won't be
nothing left behind *

* Well, well, well *

*[saxophonist soloing]

(Rick James)
* I'm a steamroller, baby *

* Bound to roll over you *

Well, B.A.?

* I'm a steamroller, baby *

* Bound to roll
all over you *

* I'm gonna
inject your soul *

* With some
sweet rock and roll *

* And shoot you *

* Shoot you full of rhythm
and blues, girl *

* Oh, oh, oh, yeah *

* I'm a cement mixer, baby *

* a churning urn
of burning funk, y'all *

Quint!

* A churning urn
of burning funk *

[people clamoring]

Get up on stage.

[prisoners cheering]

Smith, I'm gonna put you away
till you rot for this.

That'll make
two of us.

[feedback screeching]

I just hope we don't have
adjoining cells.

(Crichton on tape)
I want him dead,
you hear that?

I don't care
who or what gets in the way.

If the Mayor
gets wind of this...

I may have to kill him
to keep this quiet.

It's rock and roll
and we love it.

Yeah.

[people cheering]

[people applauding]

I just wanna say
it's been my great privilege
and pleasure...

to be the conduit
that has brought
this great talent...

back to the stage
where he belongs.

So, without any further ado,
C.J. Mack!

Hooray!

[people cheering]

* Hear that whistle?
It's 10:00 *

(chorus)
* Don't let go *

* Come on, baby,
it's time to rock *

(chorus)
* Don't let go
Don't let go *

* I'm so glad
I've got you here *

(chorus)
* Don't let go
Don't let go *

* Keeps me grinnin'
from ear to ear *

* Don't let go
don't let go *

* Oo-ee *

* Mmm, this feelin'
is killin' me *

[people cheering]

* Oh, shucks *

* Well, I wouldn't stop
for a million bucks *

* I love you so *

* Just hold me tight
and don't let go *

* Thunder, lightnin',
wind and rain *

(chorus)
* Don't let go *

* Love is formin'
inside my brain *

(chorus)
* Don't let go
Don't let go *

* I'm so eager
I'm nearly dyin' *

(chorus)
* Don't let go
Don't let go *

* You've been keepin'
your lips from mine *

(chorus)
* Don't let go
Don't let go *

* Oo-ee *

* Mmm, this feelin'
is killin' me *

* Oh, shucks *

* Well, I wouldn't stop
for a million bucks *

* I love you so *

* Just hold me tight
and don't let go *

[people cheering]

[people applauding]