going to join... with us... the members of... the American Socialist White People's Party: an organization of decent... law-abiding white folk... just like you. Go to hell, bastards! Go to hell! I pledge allegiance to Adolf Hitler... the immortal leader of our race. To the order for which he stands. One great cause. Sacred and invincible. Hey, what's going on? Those bums won their court case so they're marching today. - What bums? - The fucking Nazi party. Illinois Nazis. I hate Illinois Nazis. Heil Hitler! Ten-hut! - Gruppenfuehrer! - Yes, sir! Get that car's license plate number. We're gonna kill that son of a bitch. Come on home, babe Oh, come on home, woman Oh, come on home, pretty baby I love you When she walk that walk And talk that talk And whisper in my ear Tell me that she love me I love that talk That baby talk When she talk like that I can't take it like that Come on home to me, baby Walk your walk Talk your talk Talk your talk, baby Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. That was "Boom, Boom", a song that I wrote back in the '50s. - No, you didn't. - It was a hit. - No, you didn't. - Yes, I did. I wrote "Boom, Boom"! I wrote "Boom, Boom"! - Can I help you, boys? - You got any white bread? Yes. I'll have some toasted white bread, please. You want butter or jam on that toast, honey? No, ma'am. Dry. - Got any fried chicken? - Best damn chicken in the state. Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke. You want chicken wings or chicken legs? Four fried chickens and a Coke. And some dry white toast, please. You all want anything to drink with that? - No, ma'am. - A Coke. Be up in a minute. We got two honkies out there dressed like Hasidic diamond merchants. - Say what? - They look like they're from the CIA. - What they wanna eat? - The tall one wants white-bread toast. - Dry. With nothing on it. - Elwood! And the other one wants four whole fried chickens and a Coke. And Jake! Shit! The Blues Brothers! - Hi, Jake! - Matt! How you doing? - How was Joliet? - Oh, it's bad. On Thursday night they serve a wicked pepper steak. Can't be as bad as the cabbage rolls at the Terre Haute Federal Pen. Or that oatmeal at the Cook County slammer. - They're all pretty bad. - Matt... Me and Elwood... we're putting the band back together. We need you and Blue Lou. Don't talk that way around here. My old lady... - She'll kill me. - Ma'am, you gotta understand. This is a lot bigger than any domestic problems you might be experiencing. Matt, what the hell is he talking about? - Don't get riled, sugar. - Don't you "sugar" me! Now, you not going back on the road no more. And you ain't playing any more two-bit, sleazy dives. You're living with me now... and you're not gonna go sliding around with your white hoodlum friends. But, babes! This is Jake and Elwood! The Blues Brothers! The Blues Brothers! Shit! They still owe you money, fool! Ma'am. Would it make you feel better if you knew... that what we're asking Matt to do is a holy thing? You see, we're on a mission from God. Don't you blaspheme in here! Now, this is my man, my restaurant... and you two are gonna walk right out that door... without your dry, white toast... without your four fried chickens... and without Matt "Guitar" Murphy! Now you listen to me! I love you. But I'm the man and you're the woman. And I'll make the decisions concerning my life! You better think about what you saying. You better think about the consequences of your actions. Shut up, woman! You better think Think about what you're trying to do to me Yeah, think Let your mind go Let yourself be free Let's go back Let's go way on back when I didn't even know you, you couldn't have been too much more than ten I ain't no ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Новичок на английском - текст Мой друг Иван Лапшин на английском - текст Такси-блюз на английском - текст Буйно помешанные на английском - текст Сёстры Мунэката на английском |