Cry Baby
Milton Allison Vernon Williams, the decision is yours.
Belvedere You sand with the Squares. Now sing with the Drapes.
Mrs Vernon Williams Yeah!
Hatchet-Face Cry-Baby needs you.
Baldwin We’ll get married and live in suburbia. I love you, Allison.
Allison I don’t want to hurt you, Baldwin.
Lenora I had my baby. Isn’t he cute? I’m a Square now. Wave to Allison.
Mrs Vernon Williams You may be a Square, Lenora, but you’re still a tramp. Allison, pick the man who loves you the most.
Allison(singing) Please, Mr Jailer, won’t you let my man go free? Please, Mr Jailer, won’t you let my man go free? He don’t belong in prison, though he’s as guilty as can be. But the only crime he’s guilty of, is simply loving me. Please, Mr Jailer, won’t you let my man go free?
Allison & Inmates(singing) Please, Mr Jailer…
Allison(singing) Won’t you let my man go free? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Allison & Inmates(singing) Please, Mr Jailer, won’t you let this jailbird free?
Allison(singing) Just look into his eyes. Open up that door. Just listen to his guitar, you’ll know the score.
Cry-Baby(singing) Please, Mr Jailer, let an honest man go free.
Allison(singing) Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing) Please, Mr Jailer, don’t you make no lifer out of me.
Inmates(singing) I’m innocent, I swear it. Let my woman testify. She’ll tell you where I was that night.
Allison & Inmates(singing) Yeah, I’m his alibi.
Inmates(singing) Please, Mr Jailer…
Allison(singing) Won’t you let my man go free?
Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing) Well, I’m tired of pressing licence plates, down in this rotten hole. I gotta reach the outside before I lose control.
Cry-Baby(singing) Please, Mr Jailer, don’t you make no lifer out of me.
Allison(singing) Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Tannoy Walker, Wade Walker, you have a visitor.
Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing) Please, Mr Jailer, let me out of this penitentiary.
Inmate(singing) Let me out.
Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing) Please, Mr Jailer, don’t you make no lifer out of me. Please, Mr Jailer…
Allison(singing) Won’t you let my baby go free? Oh-oh, Whoa-oh. Let my man go free.
Cry-Baby(singing) Whoa-oh. Don’t make no lifer out of me.
Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing) Please, Mr Jailer, can’t you see how much love she’s got for me?
Allison(singing) Well, let him go, let him go. Let him go. Let my man go free.
Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing) Please, Mr Jailer…
Cry-Baby(singing) Well, let me out.
Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing) Please, Mr Jailer, don’t make me shout. Please, Mr Jailer…
Cry-Baby(singing) Well, let me out.
Baldwin Criminal!
Judge Cry-Baby Walker, society has given you a second chance. You’re rehabilitated now. Here is three dollars and fifty cents. And a pair of clean underwear.
Lenora, Baldwin & Whiffles Boo! Boo! Boo!
Baldwin You think you’re a big man, Cry-Baby. But you’re lower than your dead father. And guess who pulled the switch on that jerk? My grand-pappy, that’s who. And every Christmas since, my whole family gathers together and he re-tells the story of the day he electrocuted your daddy… and we just laugh.
Hatchet-Face Let me punch his ugly face.
Cry-Baby It’s okay, Hatchet. You’re beautiful, baby. But I’ll take care of this maggot. Do you know how to play the automobile game called “chicken”?
Baldwin Sure, my can and your jalopy. We head toward one another at full speed. First to turn the wheel before we smash is a chicken.
Judge Is that legal?
Mrs Vernon Williams Stop this insanity.
Cry-Baby I got some new rules, sucker. How ’bout you and me on top of the car?
Baldwin I’m man enough, you big cry-baby.
Cry-Baby That’s Mr Baby to you. Fellows of the press, this chicken race tonight is for my daddy. And I’d like to sing something in his memory, something… hillbilly. Something coloured. Something my daddy would have loved.
Cry-Baby(singing) You call us hoods, and say we’ve gone mad. ‘Cos we feel so good when we’re being bad. We’re high school hellcats.
Drapes(singing) On our own.
Cry-Baby(singing) High school hellcats.
Drapes(singing) Almost grown.
Cry-Baby(singing) Come on and pick a fight, I wish you would. We love being bad.
Drapes(singing) ‘Cos it sure feels good.
Cry-Baby(singing) Wow!
Mrs Vernon Williams Baldwin, please. Be a gentleman and call off this race, it’s too dangerous.
Baldwin Mrs Vernon Williams, you were born a Square and you’re gonna die a Square. You’re coming with me.
Whiffle Come on!
Mrs Vernon Williams No!
Whiffle Come on!
Mrs Vernon Williams No!
Allison(singing) Yeah. Stand back, look out. We’re renegade teens. Friends of the devil. But twice as mean. We’re looking for kicks. We want them now. We’re gonna get them.
Drapes(singing) And we don’t care how.
Allison(singing) We’re high school hellcats.
Drapes(singing) On our own.
Allison(singing) High school hellcats.
Drapes(singing) Almost grown.
Cry-Baby(singing) Come on, pick a fight. We wish you would. We love being bad.
Drapes(singing) ‘Cos it sure feels good.
Cry-Baby(singing) Come on! Come on! Come on! Who-oo! Well, you lock us up in your schools. We weren’t born to live by rules…
Mrs Vernon Williams Get down from there this minute.
Baldwin Sit down, you traitor.
Cry-Baby(singing) When you say stop, I say go, cat, go. We’re high school hellcats.
Drapes(singing) On our own.
Cry-Baby(singing) High school hellcats.
Baldwin Cry-Baby!
Drapes(singing) On our own…
Mrs Vernon Williams What are you doing?
Cry-Baby(singing) .Wish you would. We love being bad.
Pepper(singing) ‘Cos it feels so good.
Pepper Uh-uh. Yes.
Cry-Baby(singing) USA, the land of the free. We should be what we want to be. But everyone says we should be like them.
Cry-Baby & Allison(singing) But we’re high school hellcats and we never fit in.
Cry-Baby(singing) We’re high school hellcats…
Mrs Vernon Williams Allison, Help! Help me!
Cry-Baby(singing) Come on and pick a fight, we wish you would. We love being bad.
Drapes(singing) ‘Cos it sure feels good.
Cry-Baby(singing) We’re high school hellcats. We’re high school hellcats. Come on a pick a fight, we wish you would. We love being bad, ‘cos it sure feels good. We love being bad, ‘cos it sure feels good.
Baldwin Turn the wheel!
Cry-Baby(singing) ‘Cos it sure feels good.
Baldwin Chicken!
