All language subtitles for Porgy and Bess (Otto Preminger, 1959)

Summertime
and the livin' is easy,

Fish are jumpin
and the cotton is high.

Oh your daddy's rich
and your ma is good lookin',

So hush, little baby,
don' yo' cry.

One of these mornin's
you goin' to rise up singin',

Then you'll spread yo' wings
an' you'll take the sky.

But till that mornin'
there's a-nothin' can harm you

With Daddy and Mammy standin' by.

Give me my boy!

Oh, nobody knows when
the Lawd is goin' to call.

Roll dem bones, roll.

It may be in the summertime
and maybe in the fall.

Roll dem bones, roll.

But you got to leave yo' baby
and yo' home an' all,

So.. roll dem bones,

oh, my brudder,
oh, my brudder,

oh, my brudder,
roll dem bones,

roll, roll.

Seems like these bones don't give me
nothin' but boxcars tonight.

It was the same two weeks ago,
an' the game broke me;

I don't likes that kind o' luck!

Damn you, give me dem bones!

What do you say to these, Jake?

Them's the same cock-eyed bones

what clean the game out
last Saturday night;

If they rolls in this game,

I rolls out

Honey boy!

Come on down, Robbins,
we're waiting for you.

Honey, don't play tonight.
Do like I say.

I been sweatin' all day.

Night time is man's time.

He got a right to forget his troubles.

He got a right to play.

If you hadn't been drinkin'

you wouldn't talk to me that way.

You ain't nebber hear
Lord Jesus say nuttin'

'bout got to play.

There you go again.

Lissen what I say.

I works all the week;

Sunday got to pray.

But Saturday night

a man's got a right to play.

Yes, sir, that's right.

That ole lady of mine is hell on

savin' money to join
the buryin' lodge.

I says spend it while
you is still alive and kickin'.

Lord, I is tired this night.

I'm done with cotton.

Better come along with me
on the Sea Gull.

I got room for another fisherman.

That suit me.

This cotton hook done swing
its las' bale of cotton.

Here, who wants a cotton hook?

Summertime and the livin' is easy...

Seven come,
seven come to pappy!

Throw that beautiful number!

Come seven to me! Yeah, man!

I'll bet yo' wrong. I'll bet he's right!
Gettin' hot!

Come, seven! Shoot!

Made it! He made it!

...So hush, little baby,
don't yo' cry!

Ol' man seven
come down from heaven!

What, that chile ain't asleep yet?

Give him to me.
I'll fix him for you.

Lissen to yo' daddy warn you,

'Fore you start a-travelling,

Woman may born you,
love you and mourn you,

But...

a woman is a sometime thing,

Yes, a woman is a sometime thing.

Oh, a woman is a sometime thing.

Yo' mammy is the first to name you,

Then she'll tie you
to her apron string,

Then she'll shame you
and she'll blame you

Till yo' woman comes to claim you,

'Cause

a woman is a sometime thing,

Yes, a woman is a sometime thing.

Oh, a woman is a sometime thing.

Don't you never let
a woman grieve you

Jus' cause she got
yo' weddin' ring.

She'll love you
and deceive you,

Take yo' clothes
and leave you

'Cause

a woman is a sometime thing.

Yes, a woman is a sometime thing.

There now, what I tells you;
he's asleep already.

He got better sense
than to listen to that nonsense.

Come back, Jake,
you make a better crap shooter.

Here come de honey man.

Yes man, dis de honey man.

You got honey in de comb?

Yes man, I got honey in de comb.

An' is yo honey cheap?

Yes mam, my honey very cheap.

Here come de honey man.

Hello, Peter.
Well, here come my ol' man.

Now gimme the money!

Now go sit and rest.

You Scipio! Here come Porgy.

Open the gate for him

Here's the ol' crap shark!

Now we'll have a game!

Evenin' ladies,

hello, boys!

Luck been ridin' high
with Porgy today.

I got a pocket full
of the Buckra money,

and it's goin' to any man

what got the guts to shoot it off me.

Get on down, son we'll take it.

Lay it down.

All right, mens, roll 'em.

We done wait long enough.

You bes' wait for Crown.

I see him comin',
takin' the whole sidewalk,

And he looks like
he ain't gonna stand no foolin'.

Is Bess with him?

Lissen to Porgy.

I think he's sof'
on Crown's Bess.

I ain't nebber swap
two words with Bess.

Porgy got too good sense

to look twice at that
liquor guzzlin' slut.

That gal Bess ain't fit

for Gawd fearin'
ladies to 'sociate with.

Can't you keep
yo' mouth off Bess.

Between Gawd fearin' ladies

and the Gawd damnin' men

that gal ain't got a chance.

Ain' I tells you Porgy sof' on her?

No, no, brudder,

Porgy ain't sof' on no woman;

They pass by singin',

they pass by cryin',

always lookin'.

They look in my do'

an' they keep on movin'.

When Gawd make cripple,

He mean him to be lonely.

Night time, day time,

He got to trabble
dat lonesome road.

Night time, day time,

He got to trabble
dat lonesome road.

Here comes Big Boy!

'Low, Crown.

'Low, Bess.

Hi, boys!

All right, Sporting Life,

give us a pint
and make it damn quick.

Pay him, Bess.

Drunk again!

He sure love his liquor,

but some day
she's gonna throw him down.

That damn liquor'
jus' as weak as water.

See that hussy drinkin' like any man!

have one to the
Gawd fearin' ladies.

There's nothin' like 'em,
thank Gawd.

Oh, no, you don't.

Nobody ain't drinkin'
none of my licker

All right, mens,
I'm talkin' to you.

Anybody answerin' me?

Boxcars again.

Cover 'em, brother,
cover 'em.

I goin' to pass 'em along and see
if I can break my luck.

Robbins' lady ain't allow him
but fifty cent

and he can't take
no chances with bad luck.

That's all right, honey boy,

I'll stake you when
yo' four bits done gone.

Go ahead an' play.

You don't need no charity
off no she-devils.

See what I gets for you.

Yo' woman is easy
when you know the way.

Crapped out!

Don't you ever
let a woman grieve you

Cause she got yo' wedding ring.

She'll love you and deceive you,

take yo' clothes and leave you

'Cause...

A woman is a sometime thing.

Yes, a woman is a sometime thing.

That gal ain't need to worry
'bout no man marryin' her.

Some women got to marry
a man to keep him.

Shut yo' damn mouth!

You don't give Mingo a chance
to talk to the bones.

Fade me.

Old snake-eye go off an' die.

Old man seven
come down from heaven.

Seven!

I ain't seen that seven yet.

You done turn 'em over.

What I throw?

Seven.
Seven.

Well there's more than one big mouth
done meet his Gawd

for pullin' 'em in
before I reads 'em see!

An' I'm sayin' it
over tonight.

Yo' mammy's gone

and yo' daddy's happy

Come home little bones,

come home to pappy.

Four to make.

Come four!

Crapped out!

I shoots like that.

Come clean
you little blackeyed bitches.

Six! Six!

Six to make!
Six to make!

Kiss rabbit foot and show
these tinhorns how to hit.

Crapped out,

come to your pappy

Crown too cock-eyed drunk
to read 'em.

What the dice say, Bess?

Seven.

I ain't drunk enough
to read 'em.

That is the trouble.

Licker ain't strong enough.

Give me a pinch of happy dust,
Sportin' Life.

Don't give him that stuff,
Sportin' Life.

He's ugly drunk already.

Pay him an' shut up.

Frien' an' dice an' happy dust
ain't meant to 'sociate...

You mens bes' go slow.

Leave Peter be, let him alone.
He ain't mean no harm.

Huh, seven!

'Leven come home,

Fido!

God damn it,
I ain't read 'em yet.

Crown cockeyed drunk,

he can't tell dice
from a watermelon;

Crown cockeyed drunk,

Shut up!

Six to make!

Seven!
Crapped out!

Porgy shoots now.

Oh, little stars, little stars,

Roll, roll, roll me some light,

'Leven little stars,
come home, come home,

Roll dis poor beggar
a sun an' a moon,

Li'l Joe.
Little Joe,

Oh, no, my brother,

that ain't little Joe.

What is it, then?

They is the monin'
and the evenin' stars.

An' just you watch 'em
rise and shine

for this poor beggar.

Turn me loose.

Made 'em!

Roll up that bastard's sleeve.

Well, you got them damn dice,
conjer them.

Boy, boy, boy,

I'm a crap shootin' idiot.

Crapped out!
Rolled out!

Nine to make, come nine!

Read 'em.

Nine spot!
Nine right!

Touch that money an' meet yo' Gawd!
Take yo' hand off me, you lousy houn'.

Han' me that brick behin' you.

Nobody's gettin' away
with Crown's money.

I'm goin' kill dat bastard!

Looks like trouble to me;

He made his nine,

There's gonna be a fight,
look out!

Somebody hold them back,

Crown got murder in his eye!

Somebody hold them back!

Oh, stop them,
someone will get hurt!

Why must people fight?

Crown is a bad, bad bizness
when he's drunk!

Why mus' they fight

Can't anybody make Crown stop,

Lawd, please make dem stop!

Jesus, he killed him!

Wake up an' hit it out.
You ain't got no time to lose.

What the matter?
You done kill Robbins

and the police will be comin'.

Where you goin' hide?

They know you an'
I pulls together.

Some man always willin'
to take care of Bess.

Well, get this:
whoever he is, he's temporary.

I'm comin' back
when the hell dies down.

All right, only get out now.

Here, take this.

That you, Sportin' Life?

Sure, and I's the only friend
you got left.

For Gawd's sake,
give me a touch of happy dust.

I shakin' so
I can hardly stand.

Listen,

I'll be goin' to New York soon.

I'll hide you out and
take you with me.

Why you an' me will
make a swell team.

I ain't come to that yet.

Well, the cops ain't goin' find me
here for no woman.

You done bring trouble enough,

get out before the police come.

You wouldn't have a heart
and let me in?

Not till hell freeze!

Who live over there?

That's Porgy,

he ain't no use to your kind,

he's a cripple and a beggar.

Where is brudder Robbins?

He's a-gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.

I seen him in de mornin'

wid his work clo'es on

But he's gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.

An' I seen him in the noontime

straight and tall,

But death acome awalkin'

in the evenin' fall

An' he's gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.

An' death touched Robbins

wid a silver knife

An' he's gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.

An' he's sittin' in de garden

by de tree of life.

An' he's gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.

Robin is gone

Who's dat acomin'
climbin' up my steps?

It's Porgy,
an' Bess is ahelpin' him.

What's dat woman
comin' here for?

I don't need yo' money
for to bury my man.

Dis ain't Crown's money.

Porgy give me my money now.

All right, then.

You can put it in the saucer.

Come on, sister,
come on, brudder,

Fill up the saucer till
it overflow,

Overflow, overflow.

Fill up de saucer till it overflow.

Yes, my Jesus, overflow.

'Cause de Lawd will meet you,

Yes, de Lawd will meet you
at the court-house do'-

Court-house do', court-house do',

De Lawd will meet you
at the court-house do'.

Yes, my Jesus, court-house do'.

How de saucer stand now,
my sister?

Fourteen dollars an' fifty cent.

Dat's a-comin' on, sister,

you can bury him soon.

What am I goin' to do
if I ain' got the money?

Gawd got plenty of money
for de saucer.

Bless de Lord!

An' he goin' to soffen dese people heart for
to fill de saucer till he spill all over.

Amen, my Jesus!

De Lawd will provide a grave for his chillen,

Bless the Lord!

An' he got comfort for de widder.

Oh, my Jesus!

An' he goin' feed his fadderless chillen.

Yes Lawd, Truth Lawd!

An' he goin' raise dis
poor sinner up out of de grave.

Allelujah!

An' set him in de shinin' seat
ob de righteous.

Amen, my Jesus!

Overflow, overflow,

Oh fill up de saucer
till it overflow,

Everybody helpin' now

sendin' our brudder to heaven,

Lawd, Oh Lawd,

send down your angels!

Robbins is rising to heaven!

Oh, sufferin' Jesus!

You knows right from wrong.

You knows Robbins was a good man,

an' now he's weary
an' he's goin' home.

Reach down yo' lovin' han'

an' take our brudder
to yo' bosom.

Thank you, Lawd,
Bless you Lawd.

Lawd will fill de saucer,

Um! A saucer-burial setup,

I see. You're his widow?

Yes, suh.

He did not leave
any burial insurance?

No, boss,
he didn't leave nuttin'.

Well, see to it he's buried tomorrow.

You killed Robbins an' I'm going
to hang you for it!

He ain't don um!
What he say?

He say you kill Robbins.

Come along now!

'Fore Gawd, boss,
I ain't never done um!

Who did it, then?

You heard me, who did it?

Crown done it, boss.
I done see him do it.

You're sure you saw him?

I swear to Gawd, boss,

I was right there beside him.

That was easy.
I thought as much.

You. You saw it too.

I don't want to have
to put the law on you.

Look at me,
you damn dummy!

I don't know nuttin'
'bout it, boss.

That's your room in the corner,
ain't it?

Yes, boss, dat's my room.

The door opens on the court,
don't it?

Yes, boss, my door opens
on the court.

An' yet you didn't see
or hear anything?

I don't know nuttin'
'bout it, boss.

I been asleep inside,

and my door been closed.

You're a damn liar.

He saw the killing;

take him along and lock him up
as a material witness.

Come along, uncle.

I ain't done it, boss.

How long you goin' lock him up for?

Till we catch Crown.

I reckon Crown done loose now

in de palmetto thickets,

an' dere ain' no rope
long enough to hang him.

Then the old man's out of luck.

Remember,

you've got to bury
that body tomorrow

or the board of health
will take him

an' turn him over
to the medical students.

Come on,
get the old man in the wagon.

I ain't never done nuttin', boss.

I swear to Gawd
I ain' never done nuttin'.

I can't puzzle this thing out.

Peter was a good man,

but dat lousy Crown was a killer

and forever gettin' into trouble.

That's the truth, brother.

And there go Peter
to be lock up like a thief.

Like a thief.

An' here be Robbins

with his wife

and his fadderless chillen,

an' Crown done gone his ways

drinkin', gamblin', swearin',

to do the same thing
over and over somewheres else.

Gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone.

My man's gone now,

Ain't no use alistenin'

For his tired foot-steps

Climbin' up de stairs. Ah!

Ole Man Sorrow

Come to keep me comp'ny,

Whisperin' beside me

When I say my prayers.

Ain't dat I min' workin'�

Work an' me is travellers

Journey in' togedder

To de promise land.

But Ole Man Sorrow's

Marchin' all de way wid me

Tellin' me I'm ole now

Since I lose my man.

Since she lose her man
Since I lose my man.

Ole Man Sorrow

sittin' by de fireplace,

Lyin' all night long

by me in de bed.

Tellin' me de same thing

mornin', noon an' eb'nin'

That I'm all alone now

since my man is dead.

Since my man is dead!

How de saucer stan' now,
my sister?

There ain't but fifteen dollar.

Hum! Can't bury him
for fifteen dollar.

He got to be buried tomorrow

or the board of health will

take him and give him
to the medical students.

Life is hard, brudder,

but we all got to live.

It cos' money for
to bury a grown man.

Oh, for Gawd sake,

bury him in the grave yard...

Don't let the students take him

to cut up an' scatter.

I goin' to work on Monday,

an' I swear to Gawd,

I goin' pay you ev'ry cent.

All right, sister,

wit the box an' one carriage,

it'll cos' me more'n twenty-five,

but I'll see you through.

Jesus bless you, my brudder.

You can all be ready
tomorrow mornin'.

It's a long trip to the cemetery.

Oh, he's gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone

Oh, the train is at the station

An' you better get on board

'Cause it's leavin' today,

Leavin' today, leavin' today.

Oh, the train is at the station

An' you better get on board,

'Cause it's leavin' today,

'An it's headin'
for The Promise Lan'.

Oh, we're leavin'
for the Promise Lan'

Leavin' for the Promise' Lan'.

Keep that drivin' wheel
arollin', rollin'

Let it roll. . .

Until we meet our brudder

in the Promise' Lan'.

Oh, I got my ticket ready

an' de time is gettin' short

'Cause we're leavin' today,

Leavin' today, leavin' today.

Oh, I got my ticket ready

an' de time is gettin' short

'Cause we're leavin' today,

an' we're headed
for the Promise Lan'.

Oh, we're leavin'
for the Promise Lan'

Leavin' for the Promise' Lan'

Keep that drivin' wheel
arollin', rollin`, let it roll...

Until we meet our brudder
in the Promise' Lan'.

Oh, we're leavin'

for the Promise' Lan'
an' you better get on board

all you sinners,
oh, you better get on board.

Oh, I'm agoin' out
to the Blackfish banks

No matter what de wedder say,

An' when I say I'm goin'

I means goin'

An' I'm leavin' at de break o' day.

It take a long pull
to get there, huh!

It take a long pull
to get there, huh!

It take a long pull
to get there,

But I'll anchor
in the Promise' Lan'

In de Promise' Lan'.

An' Lawdy, if I meet
Mister Hurricane

an' Hurricane tell me no

I'll take ole Mister Hurricane

by the pants

an' I'll throw him
in de jailhouse do'.

It take a long pull
to get there, huh!

It take a long pull
to get there, huh!

It take a long pull
to get there,

But I'll anchor
in the Promise' Lan'.

In de Promise' Lan'.

I got a blister
on my settin' down place

I got a blister in my han'

But I'm goin' row dis little boat,

trust me Gawd,

Till I anchor in de Promise' Lan'.

It takes a long pull
to get there, huh!

It takes a long pull
to get there, huh!

It takes a long pull
to get there,

But I'll anchor
in de Promise' Lan'.

Mus' be you mens forgot
about de picnic.

Ain' you knows dat de p'rade start up
de block at ten o'clock?

That's right, mens.
Turn out tomorrow mornin'

an' we'll push de Seagull
clean to de Blackfish banks '

fore we wet de anchor.

Jake, you ain't plannin'
to take de Seagull

to de Blackfish banks, is you?

It's time for
de September storms.

How you think dat boy goin'
get de college education,

if I don' work hard an' make money?

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin',

An' nuttin's plenty fo' me.

I got no car,

got no mule,

I got no misery.

De folks wid plenty o' plenty

Got a lock on dey door.

'Fraid somebody's a

goin' to rob 'em

While dey's out amakin' more.

What for?

I got no lock on de door,

Dat's no way to be

Dey can steal de rug
from de floor..

Dat's okeh wid me,

'Cause de things dat I prize

Like de stars in de skies
All are free.

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin',

An' nuttin's plenty fo' me,

I got my gal,

got my song,

Got Hebben de whole day long!

No use complainin'!

Got my gal,

got my Lawd,

got my song.

Porgy change since dat woman
come to live with he.

How he change!
He ain't cross with chillen no more,

an' ain't you hear how he an' Bess
all de time singin' in their room?

I tells you dat cripple's happy now.
Happy.

I got plenty o'nuttin',

An' nuttin's plenty fo' me.

I got de sun,

got de moon,

got de deep blue sea.

De folks wid plenty o' plenty,

Got to pray all de day.

Seems wid plenty

you sure got to worry

How to keep de debble
away, away.

I ain't afrettin' 'bout hell

Till de time arrive.

Never worry long as I'm well,

Never one to strive

to be good, to be bad,

What de hell,

I is glad I's alive.

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin'

An' nuttin's plenty fo' me.

I got my gal,

got my song,

Got Hebben de whole day long.

No use complainin',

Got my gal,

got my Lawd,

got my song!

Lissen there, what I tells you.

Go 'long with you,

dat woman ain't de kin'
for to make a cripple happy.

It take a killer like Crown
to hol' her down.

What you t'ink you doin'?
Dat stuff cos' money.

Lissen here,

I ain' say nuttin', no matter how drunk you get
dese boys roun' here on rotgut whiskey,

but nobody ain' goin peddle happy dust
'roun' my shop.

Does you hear what I say?

Oh, come on now, ole lady,

le's you an' me be fren'.

Frien' wid you low-life,
hell, no!

I hates yo' struttin' style,

Yes sir,

and yo' god damn silly smile

an' yo' ten cent di'mons
an' yo' fi'cent butts.

Oh, I hates yo' guts.

Somebody's got to carve you up

to set these people free

An' de writin' on the wall says

it's a goin' to be me.

Some night when
you is full of gin

an'don't know I's about,

I'm goin'
to take you by de tail

an' turn you inside out.

Frien wid you, low-life!
hell, no!

I's figgerin to break yo' bones

Yes sir,

one by one.

An' then I's goin' to carve you up

an' hang you in de sun.

I'll feed yo' meat to buzzards

an' give'em belly aches.

An' take yo' bones to Kittiwah

to pizen rattlesnakes,

Frien's wid you, low-life?

I fears I mus' decline!

I sooner cuts mah own throat

'fore I calls you a frien' of mine!

Mornin', Lawyer,

lookin' for somebody?

Porgy live here, don't he?

He sho' do,

right over there's his room.

Here, Porgy,

here's Lawyer Frazier
to see you.

Mornin', Porgy.

Mornin', Lawyer.

Ain't that Crown's Bess
in yo' room?

No, sir, she ain't,
she's Porgy's Bess..

Ah ha, ah ha, Porgy's Bess, eh?

Den I guess
she'll be wantin' divorce.

Huh?

Ef de woman livin' wid you now,

she got to have divorce from Crown

or else it ain't legal.

How much dat t'ing cost?

One dollar.

if there ain' no complication.

Bess, you likes to have divorce?

What you think, Porgy?

I'm agoin' to buy you a divorce.

Wait a minute, it ain't legal yet.

Yo' name?

Bess!

Yo' age?

Twenty year.

Lord, Lord, listen what she say.

Dat girl's thirty
if she's a day!

You desire to be divorce
from dat man Crown?

Sho' she do, sho' she do,

Yes suh, yes suh, sho' she do!

I'm askin' you.

Yes, boss, dat's true.

Address the court
a "Yo' honor."

Yes, yo' honor. Yes, yo' honor.

Yes, yo' honor. Yes, yo' honor.

When was you an' Crown marry?

I don't rightly remember,
yo' honor.

One yeah,

five yeah,

ten yeah, what?

Dat gal ain' never marry!

Ah, dat's a complication!

Dat's a complication.
Dat's a complication,

Lord, Lord --

Dat is a complication.

You can't sell her divorce,

gimme back my dollah!

'Course I sells divorce.

You got no right to laugh,

but it take expert to divorce
woman what ain't marry,

an' it cos' you, ahem,

a dollar an' a half.

Don't pay him, Porgy.

Don't let him take you in.

All right,
go on livin' in sin.

Good day to you, Missis Porgy.

Only dollar an' a half

to change from woman to lady.

Woman to lady, woman to lady,

Lord, Lord, woman to lady!

- Dey's a Buckra comin'.
- What he say?
- W'ite gen'man.

Boy. Come here, boy!

I'm looking for a man
by the name of Porgy.

Which is his room?

Come, don't you know Porgy?

No, suh.

I'm looking for a man named Porgy;

Can you direct me to his room?

Anybody here
know a man name Porgy?

Come. I'm a friend of his, Mister Archdale
I have good news for him.

Go long and wake Porgy.

Can't you tell folks
when you see em?

Oh you mean Porgy!
I ain' understan' what name you say.

Oh, de gen'man mean Porgy.
Dat's him, boss, dat's ole Porgy.

Glad to serve you boss.

How you does, boss?

Good morning.

I've come to tell you
about your friend, Peter,

who got locked up on account
of the Robbins murder

How you come to care, boss?

His folks used to belong to my fam'ly

and I just heard he was in trouble.

He sho' got plenty of trouble.

Well, you can tell all
of Peter's friends I'll go his bond.

He'll soon be back home again.

Thank you, boss.

Gawd bless you, boss,
bless you, bless you!

Good mornin' Mister Archdale.

Good morning Frazier,

hope you're not selling any more

divorces.

He jus' made a lady out of Bess

for a dollar an' a half.

I, Simon Frazier,

hereby divorce Bess an Crown,

for the charge of one dollar
an' fifty cents cash,

signed Simon Frazier....

Look here, Frazier,

this divorce mill must close

or I'll have to put you in jail.

I won't report you this time.

'Lo, Bess, goin' to picnic?

No, guess I'll stay home.

Picnics is all right
for these small town suckers,

but we is use to the
high life, you know.

You an' me, we understands
each other.

I can't see for the life of me

what you is hangin' roun'
this place for;

why, with your looks, Bess,

an' your way with the boys,

there's big money for you,

an' me in New York.

I can't remember

ever meetin' a nothin'

what I likes less than
I does you.

Oh, come on, now,

how about a little touch
of happy dus'

for old time sake?

I's through with that stuff!
Come on, give me yo' han'.

I tells you, I's through!

Just a pinch,

not enough to hurt a flea.

No, no, I done give up dope.

Tell that to somebody else,

nobody ever gave up happy dus'.

Leggo, you dam' cripple!

Gawd, what a grip for
a piece of a man!

Sportin' Life,
you keep away from my woman,

or I'll break yo' damn neck!

I'd like to see a lousy cripple,
like you, break my neck.

If I get my hands on you once more,

you'll see quick enough.

All right,

yo' men frien's come an' they go,

but remember ole Sportin' Life

an' de happy dus' here all along.

Get out, you rat,

you louse, you buzzard!

Honey, we sure goin'
strut our stuff today.

Be sure to come 'long
to de picnic, Bess.

Bess, you is my woman now,

you is, you is!

An' you mus' laugh an' sing

an' dance for two instead of one.

Want no wrinkle on yo' brow,

no-how.

Because de sorrow of de past

is all done done.

Oh, Bess, my Bess,

De real happiness is jes' begun.

Porgy, I's yo' woman now,

I is, I is!

An' I ain' never goin' nowhere

'less you shares de fun.

Dere's no wrinkle on my brow,

no how,

But I ain' goin'!

You hear me sayin',

If you ain' goin',

wid you I'm stayin'.

Porgy, I's yo' woman now,

I's yours forever

Mornin' time an' evenin time

an summer time an' winter time.

Mornin' time an' evenin' time

an summer time an' winter time,

Bess, you got yo' man.

Bess, you is my woman now,...
Porgy, I's yo' woman now,...

Oh, I can't sit down.

Got to keep agoin' like
de flowin' of a song.

Oh, I can't sit down

Guess I'll take my honey
an' her sunny smile along.

Today I is gay an' I's free

Jes' abubblin', nothin'troublin' me.

Oh, I's gwine to town

I can't sit down.

Happy feelin',
in my bones astealin'

No concealin' dat
it's picnic day.

Sho's is dandy,
got de licker handy.

Me an' Mandy, we is on de way

'Cause dis is picnic day.

Oh I can't sit down

Got to keep ajumpin' to de
thumpin' of de drum!

Oh, I can't sit down.

Full of locomotion
like an ocean full of rum!

Today I is gay an' I's free.

Jes' abubblin',
nothin' troublin' me!

Oh, I's gwine to town

I can't, jes' can't, sit down!

What's de matter wid you,
sister?

Ain't you know you goin'
be late for de picnic?

I stayin' with porgy.

Sho' you goin'. Ev'rybody goin'.

You got to help me wid my basket.

Come now, where's yo' hat?

What's dis talk about
stayin' home

when ev'rybody goin'
to de picnic?

Porgy, I hates to go

an' leave you all alone.

Bess, my honey,

I so glad to have you go,

I been wantin' you to be

so happy here in Catfish Row.

Yes, Porgy, I know.

Go, chile, go.

Come on, chile!

Get into dese clo'es.

You stay roun' here

an' you'll die
of de lonesome blues.

Come on now, hurry up.

We'll be late for dat boat.

Goodbye, Porgy.

Goodbye, honey.

Goodbye, Porgy goodbye.

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin',

An' nuttin's plenty fo' me,

I got my gal,

got my Lawd,

got Hebben de whole day long.

Got my gal,

got my Lawd,

got my song!

I ain' got no shame

doin' what I like to do!

I ain' got no shame

doin' what I like to do!

Sun ain' got no shame;

moon ain' got no shame.

So I ain' got no shame,

doin' what I like to do!!

So I ain' got no shame,

doin' what I like to do!!

I ain' got no shame
doin' what I like to do!

Sun ain' got no shame;

moon ain' got no shame.

So I ain' got no shame,
doin' what I like to do!!