Survivor's Remorse (2014–2017): Season 2, Episode 9 - Guts - full transcript

Jupiter's draft status hangs in the balance so Reggie enlists Missy to tutor him. Missy thinks it'll be a snap but is challenged. Cam and Allison's romance expands, as do Reggie's business prospects. Faced with a high-stakes situation, he must deliver.

Every event we attend,
we build favor equity with Flaherty.

His reach is far beyond basketball.
We wanna tap into that reach.

Jupiter Blackmon
wants me to be his manager.

Top-ten pick in the NFL draft,
and he wants me.

My name is Isa.

- (cell phone beeps)
- You looking for an interview?

- We need to talk.
- You all right?

There is no good way to say this.

- I have HPV.
- I don't know what to say.

Cam: I'm telling you,
this girl is special.

Okay, she gonna find out
who you are eventually anyway,



and she'll either like it
or she won't.

A few weeks ago, I realized
why I started playing basketball.

- Because you were good at it.
- No. To meet you.

- (music playing)
. (Missy moanlng)

Reggie:
Ooh, say more, baby.

Missy: The three characteristics
of German Romanticism

are Streben, Das Gauze,
and Egentilmfichkeit.

- Germans. Uh-uh, baby.
- (moaning continues)

- Oswald could not have acted alone.
- Ooh, not a chance.

- Delta G is equal to Delta H...
- Uh-huh.

...minus the quantity
of T minus Delta X!

- (cries out)
- (laughs)

Oh, shit!

(both breathing heavily)



- Science always finishes me.
- I know.

- I got you all mapped out.
- Yes, you do.

And I love your glasses.
I wanna fuck you in a library.

There are no more libraries.
You have to fuck me in a wiki.

- (doorbell rings)
- Who the fuck is that?

- (cell phone buzzing)
- Oh, shit.

Okay.
(laughs)

- (doorbell rings)
- (phone continues buzzing)

- This is Reggie.
- It's the man of your dreams.

(Reggie laughs)
To what do I owe?

Don't be so fuckin' negative.

The presence of your company
is requested at my home

this evening for a game of guts,
are you familiar?

Uh, yeah. I may have played
once or twice.

Good. 100K buy-in.

We go until
the first billionaire cries,

or, more likely,
until one of us takes your house,

which we can use as a toolshed.

7:30, having had.

Casual but neat,

which means take it easy on
the hip-hop fashion sensibilities.

Although you should wear a diamond
necklace in case you need to bet it.

It would help
if the diamonds were real.

(sighs) Okay, thank you.
I will be there.

Laura will be in touch,
she'll give you a call with the address

and the parking protocol, okay?

Hasta.

Shit. Laura!

- Huh.
- Jupiter's getting mail here now?

Oh, yeah.
It'll be checks soon enough.

- What is the Wonderlic test?
- Just a basic IQ test

given to the draftees,
especially the, uh, quarterbacks.

- Well, why do they do that?
- Well, it used to be an excuse

to make sure white boy played
quarterback, but the brothers caught on.

Well, having met Jupiter,
I hope it doesn't count for much.

Oh, it all counts, baby.
It all counts.

You know, I gotta get him a tutor.
Or maybe a prep class.

- Or something.
- I could do it.

Missy, his score is gonna be
what his score is.

Jupiter will get drafted on
his college record and his intangibles.

But if his IQ is higher than expected,
doesn't that mean more money?

Don't you go arousing me again.
I gotta go.

- Mm.
- Mm.

All right, you know what?
You want the gig, it's yours.

You can start tonight.
I'll have Uncle Julius bring him over.

- This will be fun.
- I doubt it.

But any case, no glasses.

Kid's horny enough.

I will get him to
an eighth grade level, no problem.

Baby, he went to Georgia Tech
on a football scholarship,

don't be so ambitious, hmm?

I gotta go. I gotta go.

- Zip yourself.
- You put on some panties.

(music playing)

Yeah, this is the one.

- Thanks.
- Don't spill on it.

That's Purple Label right there.

- He ever borrow a tie from you before?
- Not one time.

That's when you know
a man's in deep with his woman,

when he starts to doubt
his own accessories.

Putting my best foot forward.

No, you putting my best foot forward.
Be careful with that necktie.

Yeah, yeah, man.
Purple Label, I know.

Why you wanna set up some
gussied-up version of yourself

in the beginning of a relationship?

I believe that the idea is to capture
her heart with the good news

- before revealing the horrible news.
- Well, that's deceptive.

I mean, the real you
gonna leak out eventually.

And maybe when it does,
you two can pump the brakes

- on your whirlwind romance?
- Nope.

We are two peas in a pod,
and you just jealous, Reggie.

A woman don't really know a man
until she smells his farts.

- Which she will in 2023.
- That's just medically unsafe.

- You can rip one if you want to, baby.
- No, no. I shouldn't.

I can, and I would love to,
but I shouldn't.

Just give me a heads up
so I can leave the room.

- You should leave the room.
- You can rip on cue?

I went to prep school in Belgium.
Of course I can.

Okay, waffles, I know.

Farting on cue, I'm unfamiliar with
as a specifically Belgian skill.

(farts)

See, now you in
an honest relationship.

- (farting)
- Oh, man.

- What is it, Chinese New Year?
- Yeah, Belgium, too.

I feel inexpressibly better.

Yeah, and you smell inexpressibly bad.

Hey, we got 22 rooms in this house.
Why's everybody always in here?

Studies have shown people go
wherever the food's at.

It smells good in here.
What is that?

- My boo.
- Oh, this family, I swear.

- (Cassie chuckles)
- Holy shit.

Did you just transfer 250K?

"You got 22 rooms in this house.
Why's everybody always in here?"

- Keep it moving.
- Ow.

You finally getting
a real fuckin' watch?

Reggie: Nah, I'm playing guts
in Flaherty's game.

- Hey, that's a big-boy table.
- I got no choice but to accept.

True. The American ruling class
has granted you an interview.

To say no would be
a colossal blunder.

You know, that's not a level field.

I mean, those guys got 250K
just lost in their couch.

Rock, meet hard place.
Hard place, I believe you know rock.

Ooh. Gotta take a shit.

- (sighs)
- She's like an orchid.

Every big career comes down to a few
defining moments of extreme risk.

You have to go all in
on something sometime.

Do you ever play with Jimmy's bunch?

If you're asking if I have cradled
his balls, the answer is no.

I wasn't. But glad.

I play my guts in Macau.

Quarter million U.S.
won't even get you in the door.

Ooh, but watch out for
that Tom Werner.

He would take your underpants.

All right, I need some quiet
and a legit fucking mirror.

Keep your cool tonight, Reg, it ain't
important whether you winning or losing.

Although if you wanna keep
your marriage, winning is better.

Damn, don't tighten up on the boy.
He can't think money is money.

He's gotta play his hand right
or they gonna think he's soft.

Your uncle is correct.
What counts is how you handle yourself.

Are you poised?

Can you meet with triumph and disaster

and treat those
two imposters just the same?

Your name will be made
or destroyed tonight, Reggie.

Have a nice time.
(farts)

- Julius: Well, I'll be damned.
- God, I fuckin' love you.

Come here. Come here.

Excuse me.

(Cassie giggles)

Hey. Why you make your necktie
six hours before your date?

Dry run.

Will you just get naked
with this girl already so you can see

she's just the same as any other girl?

We'll see what she says
when I tell her about my poison dick.

You ain't got a poison dick.

It's just a harmless,
nuisance strain of HPV.

(toilet flushes)

You got HPV?

- You were dumping in my bathroom?
- You got the heated toilet seat.

It's 85 degrees outside.

Trust me, if I'd have known
you had HPV,

- I'd have used my own bathroom.
- You can't get it that way.

Who are you?
George Washington Carver?

- You don't know.
- He does, and you can't.

Just the same, from now on,
it's my own cold-ass seat.

I ain't getting HPV from my brother.

Though, I can't think of
anything more Southern.

How big a house do I need
to get a little privacy?

Hey, relax.
We are family.

Nothing pierces that veil
and nothing leaks out.

- Thank you.
- Reggie's got a point.

You never know a girl
until you get naked with her.

How do you know you can trust her
with this information?

It's called believing in people.

- (scoffs)
- Dear God.

Baby brother Cam,
you are famous.

Thing goes bad, one tweet,
you could be globally embarrassed.

Well, that's a chance
that I'm willing to take.

Dude, we are talking about your brand.

Your brand ain't got no poison dick.

Does it say anything about
a poison dick on your billboards?

- No, it does not.
- You said it wasn't a poison dick.

It was the heat of the moment.
But when you boil it down, you do.

I wanna be in a relationship
with this girl.

You cannot build
a relationship off a lie.

It ain't a lie. It's a skipped over,
insignificant detail.

Does shit like that
really sound good in your head?

Allison is a medical professional.

She knows every time
she sleeps with somebody

in today's world,
she's rolling the dice.

Knowing it ain't the same
as hearing it.

Yeah, but hearing it means
you might lose her.

If you were her, wouldn't you want
a dude to look you in your eye

- and tell you what you needed to know?
- Yes, I would, if I needed to know it.

- But she don't.
- She do.

Yeah, everybody deserves
that kind of respect.

- Significant or not.
- That's a lot of talkin'.

I wanna be with her,
and I don't want any secrets.

Look, when 80% of the world
has something, it's not a secret.

It's like telling her you have hair.

I'm gonna say something to y'all
that I thought you would have realized.

That night when your phones were off
and you were in Denver

with that clown quarterback,
do you know what I was thinking about?

A life without basketball, because
that's what I thought I would be living.

I had no idea what it would look like.

And then I saw Allison's face.

Now, I was lucky that time,
not only because of my knee.

I was handed the keys to the kingdom.

But someday down the road,
I won't be that lucky.

It really will be the end.

And on that day, there's only
gonna be one question--

where are my keys?

Wait, 20% of the world
doesn't have hair?

- Just--
- I wanna be an honest man.

Carry myself with honor.
It starts tonight.

And if she's not into me
because of what I have to say,

I can live with that.

Wash your hands.

(music playing)

So I thought we'd begin by
taking a practice Wonderlic test

so that we can establish a baseline,
a kind of starting-out point.

And we can then chart
your progress, okay?

I'm nervous.
Can I smoke a bowl first?

- Uh, hear, hear.
- Uh, no, you cannot smoke a bowl.

You need to simulate
the situation you'll be in

when you actually take the test.

Well, I plan on smoking a bowl
before I take it.

- That's smart thinking.
- I just perform so much better

-when I'm high.
- I got that shit

that killed Michael Jackson.
I got the--

- (exclaims)
- I heard this thing is hard as shit.

I thought that you
would be nervous, Jupiter,

which is why I'm taking it, too.

We will get through this together.

We have three minutes and 36 seconds
to answer 15 questions.

- You think you can do that?
- Do I, uh, say my answers out loud?

Do you what?

Uh, no, no.

You... you just circle the answer
on the paper.

Question one, circle.

Question two, circle.

Uh, I got a question. How do you feel
about undrafted free agency?

Start the clock, please, Julius.

Omaha, Omaha, hut!

(music playing)

Missy: "Jenny can take
either of two family cars

from Detroit to Traverse City,
a journey of 255 miles.

Her red car gets 19 miles to the gallon
and her white car gets 22,

but her white car uses one cent of oil

for every 15 miles it's driven
and requires premium gas,

which is 10 cents a gallon more than
the regular gas her white car uses.

Which car will be less expensive
for the journey?"

- What the fuck?
- Three minutes, ten seconds!

Thank you.

- Three minute!
- Once a minute will be fine, Julius.

My bad.
Standing down.

Two minutes, 55 seconds.

(music playing)

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Welcome to the Flaherty residence,
Mr. Vaughn.

Thank you.

Okay if I give the Kia a wash
while you're here?

Nah. No, no, no,
it won't be necessary.

- I'd feel better.
- Okay.

Laura will direct you to the card room.

- Right. There you go.
- Thank you, sir.

- Enjoy your time.
- Okay, yeah, yeah. Just, uh... okay.

(music playing)

- (blows whistle)
- Pencils down!

Pencils down, bitch.

Uh, no disrespect,
but you a cheatin' motherfucker.

Let's see what it is and what it ain't.

- Welcome to the Flaherty residence.
- Thank you.

May I ask your drink of choice,
Mr. Vaughn?

I will take a Ciroc
on the rocks, please.

- It'll meet you in the card room.
- Okay.

- Make a right at the samovar.
- All right. Thank you.

(sighs)
What the fuck is a samovar?

- Chen: Reggie.
- Chen, what-- what are you doing here?

Cassie prevailed upon me to watch
your back, so I sent Jimmy a text.

- Ah, she shouldn't have done that.
- Your aunt loves you.

She realizes that you are up against
enemies with far superior war chests.

In this company,
you are a tomato can.

A veal boy,
feet dangling from the floor,

sucking down a fatty diet
and awaiting slaughter.

I'll be all right.

- Do you want to be in league?
- You mean cheat?

I mean protect yourself.

From remorseless
hoarders of wealth

who will crush you between their fingers
like a grain of puffed rice.

Do you ever just answer a question
with a yes or a no?

- Seldom.
- For fuck sake, I'm not a child.

I don't need anybody looking after me.

I like this phrase, "For fuck sake."
What does it mean?

It means that I shouldn't
have to say some shit.

That you and any human being
above the age of seven should just know.

I'm not cheating.
I'll be fine.

It will remain our secret,
for fuck sake.

Chen, I appreciate you. I do.
But no.

We should have carpooled,
for fuck sake.

- Okay, you're overusing it now.
- Copy you.

Hey, there he is.
Boys, greet the new meat.

- Jimmy.
- Reggie Vaughn, this is Tom Werner,

- rich from baseball and TV.
- Hey, how you doing?

- And rich from playing cards.
- Hey, I'm from Dorchester.

- Big Red Sox fan.
- Smart man.

And you may have heard of
LeBron James.

Ha ha!
No idea who this guy is.

- Reggie, what's up, man?
- What's up, man?

- I didn't know you was gonna be here.
- Yeah, you know, I just been

- concentrating on my day job.
- See, that is exactly why

- you are the best player in the world.
- "Best player in the world."

- I like that. I'm gonna use that.
- You like that? All right.

Careful, shit like that
can bite you in the ass.

See, that's the difference
between me and you, Jimmy.

You know, I got faith in people.

Fuck people
and fuck their other people.

Don't mind him.
He's been drinking since noon.

- (laughter)
- Welcome to the big time, shit box.

- Ah, thank you, fucko.
- That's pronounced "fuck-ee."

- You taught me that.
- Only three easy lessons.

- Blow me, cocksucker.
- Now, you see, that's just redundant.

Reggie's very particular
about language, for fuck sake.

I've marked you for
100,000 to start off.

- Wonderful. Thank you.
- All right, gentlemen.

Plumb your assholes.

I got an extra stack of chips
up there right now.

(laughter)

(music playing)

All right, Jupiter, you got
nine out of 15 right, Jack.

- That is very good.
- Same score as Eli Manning.

- Who's that?
- The Jewish Manning brother.

- How did I do?
- You'd be a good football player,

- 'cause you dumb as hell.
- Julius.

You got four out of 15 right,
which means you got 11 out of 15 wrong.

Missy: Okay.

That's why we take practice tests,
so we can shake the rust off.

It's been a while since I felt
the pressures of an exam.

Jupiter, it also suggests a profession.

For you, an attorney.

- That's what's up. I like that.
- And it suggests for you...

- Oh, uh, I don't need to know.
- ...a janitor or a night watchman.

- Thank you.
- Jupiter: Night watchman is a...

a noble profession.

- You keep the block safe.
- And janitors deal with toilets.

Everybody needs toilets.

Matter of fact, I need one now.

- Did I get that first one wrong?
- Oh, yeah.

Jupiter:
Aw, man, that one was easy.

See, you just subtract
this shit from that shit.

Then you divide it by the other shit.

You ain't even gotta finish
all the division

once you see
the first number is a two.

Yeah, that's true.

Very good, Jupiter.
You got a knack for this.

Plus I-- I got a little trick.

See, I just take all the questions
and replace the nouns with pills.

Like this one.
This one would be

"Two-Tone got Percocets
at $22 each and Oxys at 19.

If he owe 255 by Friday,
how he gonna prime his stash?"

- Show-- show me on paper.
- I can't.

- You got a medicine cabinet?
- Not filled with Oxys and Percocets.

You know what?
Let's try it again.

Yeah, rack up another one
of these gentle bitches.

(music playing)

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Dope dress.
- Dope tie.

(lock clicks)

(music playing)

LeBron: I'll take one of those.
Appreciate you, Tom.

- Say it.
- I don't need to.

Tom, just say it, man.
We know you think it.

Chen: Say it.

I'm the best poker player
in the world.

(laughter)

Man, I love that Jewish trash talk.

Randy, get Jeffrey Shinestein
on line one.

(laughter)

So, Jimmy, nail any Russian models
recently, for fuck sake?

I can't help it.
It's herring in a barrel.

They're incredibly hot, and they're
attracted to private aviation.

Plus American men are very appealing

in comparison to the men
of their homeland.

Slavic men have flat skulls
in the back. Less brain, I assume.

Can't be saying shit like that
out loud, man.

- Who's listening but us?
- (laughter)

Can't be much fun to date
behind the Iron Curtain.

The Iron Curtain
is what I call my prenup.

Ugh, I already feel sorry
for your next wife.

Me, too. She'll be
an accidentally beautiful girl

from some inbred village
in the Ukraine

who was born the day
I was kicked out of grad school,

she'll marry me for my money,
tolerate my gray, sagging balls,

and my unconvincing erections
like some kind of sexual saint.

And then five years later,
I'll throw her back

with nothing but a pre-negotiated
monthly stipend

and the awful memory of
the noises I make when I cum.

- Whoa, man.
- Five years is optimistic.

(laughter)

- Reg, you married, right?
- Yeah, happily. Why you ask?

I'm trying to get Jimmy
to shut the hell up.

(laughter)

- I fold.
- Jimmy, card.

Yeah, since his pinhead folded,

I gotta play whether
I got something or not.

Which I may or may not.
We'll see.

- Reggie?
- (chuckles)

Ah, five-foot nothing,
a hundred and nothing,

which is a shame,
because I think I'm sitting

next to rich bluffer number one
and rich bluffer number two.

- I fold.
- Fold.

Dealer's in.
Let's see 'em.

Oh! He got bullets.

Both of y'all match that pot.

Oh, Tom Werner,
silent assassin.

They never see it coming.

- There goes my underpants.
- (laughter)

- Boxers or briefs?
- Ugh.

- What the fuck did you just ask him?
- It's a perfectly legitimate question.

- Michael Jordan wears tighty blackies.
- What the...

- Oh, my...
- Ahem.

- Reg, I told you to bring Cam to Nike.
- Oh...

(laughter)

(music playing)

♪ Doo, doo, doo ♪

♪ I smell doo, doo, doo ♪

♪ Doo, doo ♪

What is it already?

- Jupe, you got ten out of 15 correct.
- Yes.

And your comparable is Steve Young.

Consider a career
as a chemical engineer.

(laughs)

- Missy, you got five out of 15.
- Damn it!

- You Cuba Gooding, Jr.'s comparable.
- Really?

- Excuse me. I mean Radio.
- You kidding me?

You're telling me I'm so dumb,
I'm not even a real person?

I'm a fictional idiot?

Well, "Radio" was based on
a true story.

(music playing)

Allison:
I like this place.

Food's delicious.
Company's all right.

- I actually can't taste the food.
- Why not?

I don't taste anything
when I'm out with you.

I don't see anything but you,

don't hear anything
except your voice, don't...

Look, you gotta stop
saying stuff like that.

- Why?
- Because at some point,

- I'm gonna start to believe it.
- And that's bad?

Awful.
The road to ruin.

(softly)
I've been exposed to HPV.

It's a noncancerous strain.

Um, I don't have symptoms,

but, um, I could still have it.

And I've read everything
that I could about it,

most of which
is vague and confusing.

But, you know,
the bottom line is,

even if we do use protection,

there's a small chance
I could give it to you.

I don't mean to presume.

I mean, it seems like
we're headed towards being together.

I hope so, anyways,
so, you know, I want you to know.

(sighs)
I'm sorry.

(sighs)
It was a stupid thing to bring up.

Or too soon.
Or something.

That's what you call
a bell you can't un-ring.

I'm-- Should I get the check?
I'm gonna get the check.

- I'm sorry that happened to you.
- Yeah, me, too.

- You know what it makes you?
- An outcast. A stained person.

Not the HPV.

The HPV, I really don't care for.
That I admit.

But the fact that you told me,

- you know what that makes you?
- A loser?

It makes you a man I could love.

Eat your dinner.

Try to taste it.

Who knows,
maybe life is good.

(music playing)

I'm over here thinking, and I want
you guys to ponder it a little bit.

Has nothing to do with the game, but...

Y'all know those big trees?

Like, those redwood trees,
those giant trees.

How could they
not have consciousness?

Thanks a lot, LeBron. I got, like,
12 fireplaces in this place.

- You gotta go green, Jimmy.
- (laughter)

- Tom?
- I got 15 fireplaces.

(laughter)

No, no, actually,
uh, it's on you.

- Big pot to match if I'm wrong.
- You're never wrong.

It's true. Guts.

- (all chuckle)
- I knew it. I knew it.

Chen?

- No guts, no glory.
- Ah, I got bupkis, for fuck sake.

- He's overusing that.
- I know.

Best player in the world?

Oh, I got a good hand.

- What do you have over there?
- (Jimmy chuckles)

This is a big pot right here.

That's why the cards
got backs on 'em, huh?

(sighs)

I got guts.
I'm gonna call.

- Look, I'm gonna stay.
- Reminds me of another number 23

who once sat at this table.

- I got Hornets floor seats for life.
- (laughter)

- Jimmy?
- Ah... fuck it. I'm folding.

It's on you, big man.

Come on.
It's only a fifth of a million dollars.

- I got a chance.
- I think we all can see that you do.

Maybe, or maybe you see
what I want you to see.

- (all ohing)
- Oh, he's good, this guy.

I love this game.
Can I just say that I love this game?

I will pay you to stop saying it.

Yeah, the pachinko machines
are down the hall.

- Japanese, for fuck sake.
- Reg, destiny's calling.

And common sense
is trying not to answer the phone.

- Guts.
- (all exclaim)

Oh, man. Three in.

Tom.

- Pair of kings.
- Oh, great hand.

But I got you.
I got a queen high to the flush.

(exclaiming)

Uh, no, no, no.

- Ace high to the flush.
- (exclaiming)

Mam

Feels like you just took
the greatest shit of your life.

- Am I right?
- Yeah.

Man, Reg, now you got, huh,
you got Werner's underpants now.

- And that... that never happens.
- (laughter)

Yeah, check the label.
If it says "Flaherty," I want 'em back.

Way to go, Reg.
That was a great call.

- Man, way to go.
- Thank you.

- That's me? That's me?
- LeBron: That's you. You can get that.

- I'll get it.
- Man, congrats.

- Thank you.
- Chen: Not bad, my man. Not bad.

Thank you.

- Yeah.
- Good night, rich bluffers.

- Hey, fuck you, Jimmy.
- (laughter)

Chen:
Next time. Next time.

- (Reggie sighs)
- (engine revs)

Don't worry, sir.

I'll hit it again.

Thank you.

And can we keep this between us?

You have any idea how many people
have thrown up in this driveway?

(chuckles)

(sighs)

Shit.

(Missy moaning)

Missy:
I'm not having a baby.

I don't want to bring
a moron child into this world.

I won't know what to do, Reggie.
I'll try to breast-feed him with my ass.

Reggie: I think the baby
would know the difference in smell.

Missy:
Mine won't.

Reggie: Baby, you're
the smartest person I know.

Missy:
You need to meet more people.

Reggie: You know the difference
between your life and Jupiter's?

You got time to think.
You don't need no Wonderlic.

Missy:
Oh, fuck me, Reggie. Ah!

Fuck me like a janitor!

(both moaning loudly)

Make me clean the floor!

Ah! Fuck my retarded brains out!

Reggie: Yo--
Babe, you can't say "retarded."

- That just like, it's not cool.
- Huh?

- It's not cool.
- You really mad right now?

No, I'm just saying,
I'm now thinking about this kid...

- Reggie, fuck me! Shut up!
- (slaps)

Give me a minute.
I'ma gonna get it back.

Now I'm thinking about this fucking kid
I went to school with named Joseph.

- Jesus, give me a second.
- Oh, God.

Why would you say "retarded"?
God damn it.

Okay, all right.
Here we go. I'm back.

- Oh, fuck my brains out!
- That shouldn't take long.

- (music playing)
- ♪ Uh, ha ♪

♪ Gotta let a woman be a woman ♪

♪ And let a man be a man ♪

♪ Gotta let a woman be a woman ♪

♪ And let a man be a man ♪

♪ Listen, hah ♪

♪ Some people call me ♪

♪ Broadway Tramp now ♪

♪ Hah ♪

♪ Uh, they even said,
yes, they did ♪

♪ I had no place to stay,
hah, uh ♪

♪ Listen ♪

♪ 'Cause I hung around, now ♪

♪ Down on Broadway ♪

♪ Hah ♪

♪ Gotta let a woman be a woman ♪

♪ And let a man be a man ♪

♪ Hah ♪

♪ Gotta let a woman be a woman ♪

♪ And let a man be a man ♪

♪ But listen ♪

♪ Get on the back ♪