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:08:02
# She's my baby
:08:05
# Be-bop-a-lula,
I don't mean maybe...

:08:09
0i! Will you leave
that out, please?

:08:12
Do what?
:08:13
Er, don't sing all that
old rubbish, eh?

:08:18
That ain't rubbish, pal!
That's Gene Vincent, all right?

:08:21
[Jim]
Yeah's what I said. 0ld rubbish.

:08:24
Why don't you just turn over and
do a few underwater farts, eh?

:08:29
Why don't you just fuck off?
:08:31
You fuck off.
:08:33
[Sings again]
# Well, be-bop-a-lula

:08:36
# She's my baby...
:08:38
# Da-da da-doo! Do-do do-doo!
:08:42
- # Yeah, you really got me
- # Be-bop a-lula...

:08:45
#... Don't know what I'm doin',
really got me...

:08:47
- # Yeah! You really got me
- # Be-bop-a-lula!

:08:49
- # You got me so...
- # Don't mean maybe...

:08:52
[Man shouts]
What are you? Couple o' fairies?

:08:56
[Both sing louder]
:08:58
[Knocking on walls]
:09:00
All right, all right.
Cut it out!

:09:02
What d'you think this is? The
bloody Eurovision Song Contest?

:09:16
[Jim] Ahh!
:09:17
[Muttering]
Right, I'll sort you out.

:09:20
Look! If you wanna start,
I'll see you outside...

:09:23
- Fuck me.
- Kevin Herriot?

:09:25
Jimmy.
:09:26
Yeah, yeah.
I thought you was in the army?

:09:28
No, I got out. You?
:09:30
I'm all right, yeah.
:09:31
The army didn't teach
you singing, did it?

:09:34
Nah. Give me my brush back?
:09:41
'Ere, pile the liquor on, mate.
:09:47
Two'n'eight.
:09:49
Cheers.
:09:56
[Laughs to himself]

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