Boardwalk Empire (2010–2014): Season 3, Episode 9 - The Milkmaid's Lot - full transcript

Gyp: Nucky Thompson,
Arnold Rothstein...

give me your blessing,
I'll kill them all.

And when I do, they're gonna
call you Joe the King.

Your pal Rosetti's
flown the coop.

You think I wanted him here?

He comes back, you pick up the phone.
You hear me?

I swear, Eli, on my kids.

- You should come with me.
- Okay.

It's hard to know
what to say to you.

Say anything you want.

Esther: Andrew Mellon is the
head of the treasury department.



He's responsible for
enforcing Prohibition

and he despises Harry Daugherty.

A few days from now, Treasury
agents will arrest George Remus

for multiple violations
of the Volstead Act,

including the purchase of
government liquor permits

from a close associate of the Attorney
General of the United States.

Where are we with the pony?

- Hot tip?
- For Emily's birthday.

Leave it to me. I'll
get her all fixed up.

I lost an earring. Those
hummingbirds you gave me.

I'll buy you new ones.

Are you familiar with Babette's?

I ate there with Nucky
before our falling-out.

Gillian: He'll be dining
there this evening



with Mr. Rothstein.

( People screaming )

( theme music playing )

Man: Bring it back over.

Keep your head down. Come on.

Man ♪2: Easy, easy.

Can I give you a hand with that?

- Tie it off.
- Okay.

( Chatter continues ) Take
it through there now!

- 12th block!
- Move it! Move it!

Fellas, come on,
let's keep it going.

( Crowd murmuring )

Settle down there, son.
Watch him, all right?

No one's gonna be able to come through
until we're sure it's absolutely safe.

( High-pitched ringing )

Doctor: Watch my finger.

( Clock ticking )

Good.

Good? I can't fucking
see straight.

That'll pass.

And the ringing in my ears?

Tinnitus.

Consistent with concussion.

Are you experiencing
any numbness?

( Sighs ) I only wish.

Everything fucking hurts.
Particularly my head.

The powder's not helping?
The phenacetin?

He's very stubborn not
to take his medications.

Because they don't work.

Why don't you give me
something stronger?

I could prescribe laudanum,

but it's just as likely
to give you headaches.

What you need is bed rest.

Your brain's been injured.
It needs time to heal.

Call Eddie. Get him over here.

But I am here.

Not you, my brother.

- Eli.
- That's what I said. Jesus.

I will call him right away.

One of the symptoms
of concussion

is a temporary lack
of mental acuity,

which can come and go.

Feeling in a fog. Confusion.

I've got to get dressed.

( High-pitched ringing )

Doctor: Nucky? Nuck... whoa.

- Easy does it.
- I'm fine.

- I'll just...
- All right.

I'll just lie down for a minute.

You're very fortunate, Nucky.

An explosion like that,
a few feet closer...

( voices screaming )

( gasps )

Get out, Carl.

( Phone ringing )

- Teddy: Give that back, Regina.
- Come back here with that.

Teddy: Come back here.
Come on, Regina.

- Drop it.
- Chase her, Mommy.

It's not a game.

Drop it! Come back here.

( Ringing continues )

Thompson suite. Who's
calling, please?

I asked you first.

- Because the person...
- Thank you, young man.

( Dog growling )

Mr. Thompson's room.
How may I help you?

You're to give yourself
a proper scrubbing.

What's the difference?
We're not going anywhere.

We're not, are we?

We can go downstairs to
the Palm Court for cakes.

Emily: Can't we
order room service?

Ahem.

Make your bed.

They will deliver the
decorations shortly.

All the furniture in the living
room needs to be moved out.

I will call down to the staff.

I asked you to make your bed.

The maid will do it.

There won't always be maids.

- ( Barks )
- Stop it.

You're driving me mad.

Where is Mr. Sleater?

In there.

( Knocks )

- I, uh...
- Owen: Don't be a prat. Let her in.

May I speak with you?

Where did they all come from?

Each ward boss sent over three.

- How's the children's wing?
- A bit tetchy.

- I can't blame them.
- And a birthday party on top of it.

They'll be content
once it's underway.

Not a wandering vagrant
this time, is it?

Knowing nothing doesn't
make it better.

It's Mr. Rosetti. As
you probably guessed.

What did Enoch do to him?

Said no when he
wanted to hear yes.

- That's all?
- Sometimes that's enough.

He's more than welcome
to take his dog back.

This won't last forever.

I know... it's for
our own safety,

and there's no point
in complaining.

That's not what I meant.

When this is all sorted,

you and I...

What did Dr. Surran say?

- Huh?
- What did...

I have impetigo.

Really?

Might as well.

He never gets anything right.

Should you be doing that?

What? You're muttering.

I said do you think it's wise...

We need to discuss something...

the three of us, right now.

What happened?

To the pony?

- I'm sorry?
- Pony.

- The pony. The goddamn pony.
- We didn't buy a pony.

Why the hell not?
Wasn't I clear on this?

Because, as it turns out,
we're living in a hotel,

and they don't allow horses.
Not even small ones.

Well, that's a shame.

Just a crying shame.

For that angel.

When it's going to
be her birthday.

I don't think it's
the most important

concern right now, do you?

What do you think?

Mrs. Thompson is right.

There's got to be a party.

There will be. It's all
arranged for tomorrow.

That just is going
to have to happen.

We'll have it here.

So let's get started on that.

Let's get the wheels turning.

( High-pitched ringing )

Owen: Mr. Thompson, sir?

Margaret: Enoch?

Did you say something?

I said it's being taken care of.

I don't know what to tell you. It's
just a little sideline is all.

If you sell alcohol, I,
the sheriff's department,

gets a piece of it. That
was made very clear.

It's just a few quarts
of home brew, Jerry.

The amount doesn't matter.

You saw how things
can get out of hand.

You answer to me.

And I keep it all straight with
the Big lke on the boardwalk.

That way there's no confusion.

Now, I'll let it go
this once, but...

are you listening to me?

Don't walk away when
I'm talking to...

- Operator.
- This is Sheriff Ramsey.

Get me the Ritz-Carlton
in Atlantic City.

- Nucky Thompson's room.
- Right away, sir.

Man: Top floor, the other side.
Come on.

( Men shouting )

Shit.

You and you, with me. You
guys cover the back.

( Bangs )

Howdy, Sheriff.

What's new on the prairie?

Gyp.

Good to see you again.

What's so good about it?

You miss my company?

You like the way I look?

What are you, some
kind of finook?

( Chuckles nervously )

Just ready to get
back to business.

No kidding.

You've been twiddling
your thumbs...

Operator: Hello, sir?
This is the operator.

Waiting for me to show up?

You're connected to
the Ritz-Carlton.

Just a minute, operator.

There's no need for any of that.

You know me.

I'm flexible.

( Chuckles )

Not for much longer.

Ah!

( Grunting )

- ( high-pitched ringing )
- Bader: These goddamn reporters.

- They're relentless.

- Damien: They're insisting
on a statement, Nuck.

We could say an anarchist.

Or like that explosion
on Wall Street.

Someone they let
go carry a grudge.

Well, whatever it was, we're
just glad you're okay.

When are we rebuilding, anyway?

Maybe I talk to you about that.

What's it got to do with you?

That's what I want to
talk to you about.

Shut that goddamn shade.

Chalky: We don't got
to do this now, Nuck.

When did you get so uppity?

- Come again?
- Work on my shoes later.

This is Mr. White.

Gas.

You want some bicarbonate?

Babette's. Tell them
it was a gas leak.

- ( Ringing resumes )
- ( sighs )

Nuck?

It was a faulty valve. That's
what caused the explosion.

- Well, that makes sense.
- Get me some water.

( Phone ringing )

Don't I have someone
who answers that?

Mr. Thompson's room.
Who's calling, please?

Have an inspector come out.

Certify the other lines on
the boardwalk are sound.

Guarantee the public
there's no danger.

Nucky: You should
be at the hospital

handing out flowers
to the victims.

- Take a photographer.
- ( door opens )

Teddy, this is business.
You can't just walk in.

- A man is on the phone.
- What man?

The gypsy.

Uh, gentlemen, if you please.

Oh, yeah. Don't worry, Nuck.
We'll take care of it.

Everything's all right.
Go to your mother.

I'll be at the hospital.

Hello?

I want to read you
something from the paper.

Plucked my heartstrings,
I don't know why.

"Lights dimmed all along
the Rialto last night"

for a fallen star who had
just begun to shine.

Lillian Kent, whose
delight-making,

arms-akimbo turn in 'Dizzy Izzy'

brought a glow to an
otherwise dim season,

was remembered by a
glittering array

of Broadway's brightest"...

What were we talking about?
The party?

The gas leak.

Don't tell the kids about it.
It'll just upset them.

Nobody's talking about
telling kids anything.

They'll find out. Everyone
finds out soon enough.

You know what I'm
saying, don't you?

I'm not sure that I do.

One day you wake up and you
realize what's been going on.

( Phone rings )

You hung up before
I had a chance.

- To do what?
- Offer condolences.

From me and Joe Masseria.

Why don't you come
see me sometime?

I'm right up the road
in Tabor Heights.

Was it him? What was...

What the fuck are you doing?

Stopping you before you
wreck the whole floor.

Who the goddamn hell
do you think you are?

Who is he?

Chalky: That's your
brother, Nuck.

You need to catch
ahold of yourself.

Frankie Yale, Waxey Gordon,

Peg Leg Lonergan, and
Bill Lovett in Brooklyn.

Torrio if he'll come,

and Arnold Rothstein...

we need to get them
here soon as possible.

What for?

Joe Masseria is
backing Gyp Rosetti.

So I'll need to kill them both.

Joe Masseria has an army.

That's why we're
going to need help.

Don't look at me that way. What
I'm saying makes perfect sense.

Mad Anthony Wayne.

Anthony.

He was Italian?

I'm not sure.

But he was a brigadier general

in the Continental Army.

On his way to the Battle
of Monmouth County,

he spent two days encamped
here in Tabor Heights.

Did the town, huh?

We're ready over here.

Pardon me.

( People chatting )

Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen.

First things out the way,
thank you for coming.

Those of you who were curious

and those who were
maybe escorted here.

My name is Mr. Rosetti.

My associates and me
have taken an interest

in your town and are gonna
be here for a while.

So we thought it only neighborly

to introduce ourselves.

In return for your hospitality

and any inconvenience
this may cause,

we're offering a
monthly giveback.

Tell them how much
we're offering.

A double C apiece.

- In English.
- $200 a month.

Which is a pretty square deal
for keeping your mouth shut.

Wouldn't you say,
Sheriff Ramsey?

( Crowd whispering )

He's a good man, your sheriff.

And he's gonna keep
on sheriffing.

Same as you all are gonna keep
doing whatever it is you do.

Barbers cut hair.

Cooks cook.

Librarians keep
checking out books

because it's very
important to read.

- What happens when Bible Camp opens?
- Bible Camp's canceled.

And I'm not really
doing questions

and answers right now, dear.

- What do you think?
- Shh!

Now if you'll all step
over to the table here

to collect your money...

( whispering )

Be sure to write your
name and address.

- What do you need that for?
- Bookkeeping.

We like to know who we're
doing business with.

( Music playing )

Tommy, are you finished?

Come on, what's the big secret?

It's not done yet.

Okay.

All done.

Well, well.

That's the train.
That's the station.

And that's the little boy.

- And what's that?
- That's the rhinoceros.

- What's he doing there?
- Waiting to go home.

♪ Mississippi choo-choo train ♪

♪ Take me to my home again ♪

♪ I love to see the steam
when you start puffing... ♪

Richard. Yes.

Did you want something?

Tomorrow night

there's a meeting at
the American Legion.

One of your gatherings?

To discuss more
service compensation.

I would make up the hours.

You want the evening off?

If you don't mind.

That doesn't look
like a rhinoceros.

Let's not make a habit of it.

Thank you.

Mississippi choo-choo.

The rhinoceros is
waiting for the train.

Tommy: See?

♪ I love to see the steam
when you start puffing ♪

♪ It looks like the icing
on a sugar muffin ♪

♪ Blow your whistle,
ring your bell ♪

♪ Pull down your throttle
and run like... ♪

- Josephine.
- Ma'am?

It's half past 6:00.

Don't you have an
appointment shortly?

I didn't realize the time.
I'm sorry.

Tommy, where are you going?

With Josephine.

No, chipmunk.

You stay here.

Tommy, ladies need
time to themselves.

Yes? Okay.

( Birds squawking )

Man: Mr. Remus!

Mr. Remus, stop!

Halt!

George Remus?

Yes.

You're under arrest for violating
Title II of the Volstead Act

with particular
reference to Section 7.

- You're making a mistake.
- I'm correcting one.

No, no. You can't do this.

Remus doesn't get arrested.
Not in his own home.

Not anywhere. Remus has paid.

- Remus kept receipts.
- What receipts?

From Jess Smith.

Daugherty's man.

Then Randolph would be very
interested in seeing them.

- ( Music playing )
- ( boy sighs )

Boy: I'm bored.

Girl: I want the cake.

When is she gonna
open the presents?

- Girl: You stop.
- Hey.

Now, now.

Girl: Cake is yummy.

Aren't we going
to have any cake?

We're waiting for your uncle.

Can't we just save him a piece?

Is there anything I can do?

Uh, he's in a bit of
a tentative state.

Why don't we just...

- Hey, Uncle Nucky.
- Daddy!

- Daddy!
- What's all this?

It's Emily's birthday party.

No one told me.

It was your idea.

You insisted.

Where are you getting that from?

It doesn't matter now.

Uh, let's just...

Go around flinging accusations.

- I'm not accusing...
- Mabel, please.

There are children.

Happy birthday, hummingbird.

I thought you weren't coming.

Are you kidding? I wouldn't
miss this for the world.

- Did you ride your pony?
- Emily: What pony?

Your birthday pony.

Your father means that pony.

Why are there eight?

One extra for luck.

And...

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Emily ♪

( Loudly ) ♪ Happy
birthday to you! ♪

- ( Cheering )
- Children: Cake! Cake!

- Blow out your candles.
- ( children shouting )

- ( cheering )
- Happy birthday, sweetheart!

Happy, happy, happy, happy birthday!
Mwah!

Margaret: All right, now.

Maybe you need to go
and have a lie...

We've got to have cake. It's
no party without a cake.

Let's carve it up, huh?
Let's slice it wide open.

- I will take care of that.
- I'm on top of it, Bismarck.

What do you want, the gypsy?

I mean, the pony? Okay.

- Oh, boy.
- Children: Yay, cake!

- Oh!
- Boy: It's bleeding!

- ( Emily whimpering )
- Enoch, stop it!

- What's wrong?
- You've upset her.

No, no, it's not a real horse.

Look. See? It's
all make-believe.

No one got hurt.
It was a gas leak.

No matter what you
hear, it was...

it was just an unfortunate...

( high-pitched ringing )

( thumps )

( children shouting )

- I don't want it.
- I got a toy train!

I want yours! It's
so much better!

He's resting.

I put a cold cloth on his head.

Pour you a drink?

No, thank you. But
help yourself.

Nah.

Never one for it, truth to tell.

That's funny, then, isn't it?

How do you mean?

Our whole lives
center around it.

Everything we say or don't say

all in those bottles.

It's just a business in the end.

Is business meant
to be like this?

Ask the man buried
in the coal mine.

Or digging a canal.

Or working a slaughterhouse.

No one asks where what
they want comes from.

They just want it...

and then believe
what suits them.

And that's your peace with it?

There's no halfway.

And there's no excuse either.
I'm in it now.

And when I'm done,
I'll walk away.

Do you mean to?

Yeah, in a year,

two years.

Why not now?

Is that what you want?

If it is, say it.

Say it and we'll go.

It would have to be far.

We're thousands
of miles already.

What's a few more?

You don't think I would.
That's why you're asking.

No.

I'm not as complicated as you.

( Children shouting )

- Oh, he threw the horn!
- Caught it!

Oh, right back at him!

( Giggling )

- I want another piece!
- Yeah!

Daddy's feeling better.

He just needs to rest.

( Music playing )

( people chatting )

( voices overlapping )

Woman: Oh there you are!
Over here, over here!

- Man: You'll miss the dance!
- Woman: Hurry up, we're late!

You came.

Didn't I say I would?

This is for you.

You know my colors.

I let the florist pick it.

( laughs )

I suppose we go in.

( Music continues )

Richard.

And Miss Sagorsky.

- Good evening, Phil.
- Mr. Gardner.

Richard and Miss Sagorsky.

You just said that.

I like the way it sounds.

Is your pop coming?

Not his kind of occasion.

Maybe not.

I'm glad you could
make it, though.

Plenty of grub and libations.

I'll see you two on
the dance floor, hmm?

There's punch.

- Would you like some?
- I meant for you.

Sounds like a good
place to start.

Well, you're easy to housebreak.

- Well, here's a surprise.
- You looking for your pal?

Go on. She's waiting to see you.

- You're awful.
- What?

( Woman moaning ) Yeah, yeah.

Uh-huh. That's it.

Oh, yeah. That's good.

Oh, yeah? Uh-huh.

( Moaning )

- Oh! Chipmunk, no!
- What?

Man: What the fuck is this now?

( laughs )

( door slams )

Oh.

You're not to get up now.

I'm fine.

You're not.

( Sighs ) I just don't know
why everyone's whispering.

You've a concussion.

If you don't rest,
you'll make it worse.

Can you hear what I'm saying?

Did she like the party?

I...

yes.

Yes, she liked it.

She rode the pony?

No, wait. We didn't get a pony.

- I told you not to.
- That's right.

Pony in a hotel.
Don't be ridiculous.

You don't want to spoil them.

Raise them right, but
don't spoil them.

That's worth keeping in mind.

And you found your earring.

What?

The earring you lost.

The little bird.

No.

But I'm sure it'll turn up.

- ( Knocks )
- Come in.

- Don't mean to interrupt.
- You're not.

- How you doing?
- Nucky: Fine.

Just stop mumbling.
It's irritating.

We should have a discussion
if you're up to it.

- You want to do it here or...?
- Let's go to the office.

( High-pitched ringing )

Eli: You all right, Nuck?

Wasn't I standing?

You're all right.

Let's talk here.

- Margaret: I'll go.
- No, stay.

You belong here with me.

Well?

Um...

they've all confirmed
for tonight

except Torrio.

If we were to call it
off at this point...

- If we tell them not...
- There's no reason for that.

But just, if we did.

The way things stand,

it already could
go either way...

In terms of their support.

For what you suggested.

Regarding the man
in Little Italy

and the other one.

And I think...

we both think in
your condition...

It's not likely to
go in our favor.

Eli: They'll need to feel

as if you're firmly in
control of the situation.

Arnold Rothstein, Waxey Gordon,

Frankie Yale, Peg Leg Lonergan,

and Wild Bill Lovett...
they're all coming.

They're going to sit down.

When the meeting's over, Joe
Masseria will be a dead man.

Gyp Rosetti won't have
anyone to protect him

and I'll wear that fucking
dago's guts like a necktie.

Was I slurring my words?

No. Clear as a bell.

( Sighs )

Would you mind if I asked
you for some ice water?

Man: Take it easy with that.

Man ♪2: I got it.

( Chatter continues )

That goes up to New York.

Come on, keep it going.

Gyp: Those boats out
there, the lights?

Man: Come on, keep it going.
Let's go.

Rosetti: Rum Row, they call it.

We send our boats out, they
come back full of booze.

From the beach here
to the trucks.

From the trucks to Little Italy

and six hours later
you're sipping scotch.

Man: That boat's got the whiskey.
That goes down to AC.

What do you think?

I think...

you'll make some
problems for me.

Rothstein.

Nucky Thompson.

I got a tip they was both
gonna be in the same place.

Ah, but you no prepare properly.

I had to move fast, boss.

Boss?

I thought you said king.

Huh?

- You got this one?
- Come on, let's go.

( Speaking Italian )

Bravo.

( Speaking Italian )

You will learn.

You grow.

Maybe one day you'll
make a good general.

Man: Ya bunch of pansies!

( Joe speaks Italian )

( music playing )

Hey, Richard.

When are you gonna show
us that fancy footwork?

We're just watching.

He doesn't want to put
the rest of us to shame.

- Really?
- Sure.

He's the one who
taught Arthur Murray.

- Who?
- Arthur Murray.

This is the song I've
been waiting for.

Why do you have to
be such an ass?

I don't know what I'm doing.

Put your hand on my shoulder.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

One, two, three.
Don't look down.

- One, two, three.
- Sorry.

One, two, three.

You never said you
were good at this.

Thank you.

- It's the only step I know.
- ( laughs )

What do we do for a finish?

Put your arm up.

Trust me.

( Cheering, applause )

Hold on.

Let's give them something
to think about.

- Whoo!
- Woman: Ooh-la-la.

( Applause )

What time is it?

14 minutes to 10:00.

Are they here yet? Rothstein?

No.

- Fuck.
- Please. Please.

Did you order his milk and cake?

I did.

He eats like a fucking child.

- ( Chuckles )
- What time is it?

Don't stare at me
like I'm an idiot.

I asked you a question.

It is now 13 minutes to 10:00.

- My jacket.
- Ja.

- Nucky?
- ( retching )

( music playing )

Eddie: Nucky?

What's wrong?

He's asking for you. Please.

Oh, but, missus, the
gentlemen are waiting.

( Crashing )

There you are.

You're burning up.

( Water running )

I found it.

So you don't have to worry.

Found what?

This belongs to someone else.

It does?

Yes.

( High-pitched ringing )

( people screaming )

She's dead.

She's dead and it's my fault.

Everything I touch...

You have to understand.

No matter what you think of me,

there's no walking away.

It doesn't work like that.

I do it to them

or they do it to me.

That's all there is.

And the men in your office?

Either they're with me

and we go to war,

or they'll smile,

shake my hand,

and walk away.

I'll be alone...

and that's as good as dead.

You can hear me?

- Yes.
- You know who I am?

You're Margaret Schroeder.

Margaret Thompson.

Yes.

My wife.

Sorry. My wife.

You need to get up.

You need to finish
getting dressed.

And you need to attend
to your business.

Do you understand?

I hope you're satisfied.

With what?

Tommy wandered onto
the girls' floor.

What happened?

What do you think happened?

You're meant to keep a
watch on such things

instead of running off at night.

I gave him warm milk with
rum to calm him down.

I'm sorry.

The damage is already done.

Although I'm sure you had
a stimulating meeting.

( Tommy murmuring )

You okay?

I want to go home.

Mr. Torrio sends his regrets.

How thoughtful.

Chicago's a distance. I
wouldn't worry on it.

Open the door

and don't stand close to me.

( Men chatting )

( whispers ) We'll go...

as soon as we're able.

( High-pitched ringing )

You all came here
on short notice.

I appreciate that.

And I won't waste anyone's time.

Each of us has our
own interests.

Each of us has our own needs.

None of us can proceed
without the goodwill

and trust of...

of our friends.

I'm looking forward
to the future.

There's going to be
new opportunities.

Great opportunities.

With sympathetic
allies in Washington

and new markets opening
up to the west...

all the way to Chicago.

Opportunities I intend to share

to the benefit of all of us.

Expansion, cooperation,

profit, peace.

Isn't that what we all want?

You're singing a different
tune from last time I come.

I've reconsidered
my position, Frank.

I don't blame you.

I have a right to
protect myself.

What's that got to do with us?

We're neighbors, Waxey.

I got no beef with Rosetti.

Not yet.

I don't go looking for a fight.

Neither do I. But I'm in one.

That's your bad luck.

And next time it'll be yours, Mr.
Lonergan.

Or Bill's. Or Frank's.

And if you weren't
already thinking that,

you wouldn't have
come here tonight.

Italians, Irish, Jews...

we could be at each
other's throats,

or we could set rules here

that we can all prosper by

now and forever.

How would we work that?

Joe Masseria is
backing Gyp Rosetti

to steal what I've built,

what I've struggled for on
the steps of my own home.

I'm going to fight him.

I'm going to win.

I need your help.

In exchange,

I'll be proud to call
every one of you

my partner.

Those present accepted
your invitation

out of respect for
our past dealings

and to show our genuine concern

for your well-being.

( High-pitched ringing )

What does that mean, Arnold?

It means everyone
here wishes you

all the luck in the world.

You won't back me?

Is that what he
persuaded you to do?

- It didn't take persuading.
- I warned you.

You wouldn't listen.
Now look where we are.

What did you tell them?

That business with you

is more trouble than it's worth.

You're letting emotions
get in the way of sense.

Have you known that to
be a habit of mine?

Charlie, Meyer.

No need to spend the night.

I won't forget this.

Do you hear me, Arnold?
I will not forget.

Arnold.

Arnold.

Arnold!

Arnold!

( Music playing )

♪ I just received
a cable 'spatch ♪

♪ From my ancestral home ♪

♪ It tells me I'm
the great Gazoo ♪

♪ Successor to the throne ♪

♪ My throne will be a bungalow ♪

♪ A-way up in the trees ♪

♪ Where I'll be ruling
monarch over all ♪

♪ Well, I will be
that King Gazoo ♪

♪ The ruler high
on my bungaloo ♪

♪ And when I ride across
the mighty Nile ♪

♪ On that royal crocodile ♪

♪ When on the throne
I'll take my stand ♪

♪ Then I'll be a mighty man ♪

♪ I'll be that zoo-koo
moo-koo grand ♪

♪ And the king of
the bungaloos ♪

♪ When on the tho-ga-dome ♪

♪ I'll take my stag-arag-a-dan ♪

♪ Then I'll be the dee-oh,
the mighty-ditey maga-dan ♪

♪ Be the zooga-roo-da-dooga
dooga-dooga grand ♪

♪ And the king of the bungaloo
ga-rooga dooga-doos. ♪