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[Bernie] Some boys don't get picked in life

for all sorts of reasons.

Get a move on, Linton.

All right. Hempel.

[Bernie] He's German.

Shivers.

[Bernie] He's Welsh.

Oh, God. Thompson.

[Bernie] He's got polio.

And that's me.

Fuckin' Ada! Rubens.

My name is Bernie Rubens, and this is my story.

This is my family outside our shop.

And that's my dad. He's a bit strange.

He eats in his vest and pants because he doesn't like stains.

He wants our house so clean

that even our carpet has to have another carpet on top of it.

-[doorbell rings] -Go!

Every time the doorbell rings, my parents almost have a heart attack.

Go!

Esther?

Are you there?

[cars honking]

[Bernie] Dad also doesn't like driving over 25 miles per hour,

-any kind of dog… -[dog grunts]

[Bernie] The taxman…

[Esther] Manny, dinner!

[Bernie] And I'm sure he doesn't like his brother Jimmy.

Right, here's a good one. Listen to this…

So, me wife's giving birth. She has twins.

That's it, I faint. Boom!

Flat out on the floor. Excuse me.

I come round, and she's crying. I says, "What's the matter?"

She says, "What's the matter? You fainted,

so we had to get your brother in to name the kids."

I said, "What'd he call them?"

She said, "He called the girl Denise."

I said, "Denise is very nice. I quite like that, yeah.

What'd he call the boy?" She says, "The nephew."

Now, you see, that's the schlemiel I've got for a brother.

[Bernie] They say it all started

the first time my grandpa took them swimming.

[sighs]

Swim!

Ha-ha! That's my boy, Jimmy! That's my boy!

Swim, Manny.

It's easy. Ha!

Ha-ha! It always works.

If it didn't, you'd drown, so you swim!

Manny?

Manny?

[muffled] Manny.

[ballroom music playing]

[Bernie] The only thing Dad was ever really good at was dancing.

Mom and Dad met in a dancehall and danced all night.

Mom says he swept her off her feet,

and so she promised to stick with him for the rest of her life,

in sickness and in health.

Problem is she never got the health bit.

Jimmy, don't eat 'em all.

Mr. Rubens, duodenal ulcer, repetitive.

Oh, Manny, before I forget,

I baked you some macaroons.

[Bernie] If family's bad, school's worse.

[students shouting]

Go faster! Get a move on!

[Bernie] I go to school with my brother Alvie.

Get off of him!

[panting]

-[grunts] -He's mine!

[Bernie] But we're not especially close.

[laughs]

[Bernie] At home, me and Alvie share a bedroom,

but I'm not allowed to touch any of his things,

especially his rug,

which makes goin' to the toilet at night extremely dangerous.

-[pellet gun pops] -[groans]

-[pops] -Ow!

-[pops] -Ow!

It's gonna be chockablock if we don't go now.

It's all right, babe…

[Esther] Ooh!

Have we got everything?

[Bernie] It all finally came to a head last summer.

Come on, honey. Be a devil.

Drive faster than you can walk.

Let's see if we can get home before Christmas.

-Keep your mouth shut. Shtum. -[mumbles]

-Where's me milk? -Oh, God, what milk?

[Bernie] Mom was spending so much time shouting at Alvie and moaning about Dad…

In the bag?

Where's Bernie?

[Bernie] …I think she just forgot about me.

[Bernie] Mom!

[Bernie] I had to make some impression on the world soon,

or I was gonna disappear forever.

Mom!

["Somebody Help Me" playing]

♪ Somebody help me, yeah ♪

♪ Somebody help me, now ♪

[Bernie] Dad!

♪ Won't somebody tell me ♪

♪ What I've done wrong ♪

[Bernie] Mom!

♪ Somebody help me, yeah ♪

♪ Somebody help me, now ♪

[Bernie] Dad!

♪ Someone who can make me feel ♪

♪ Make me feel all right ♪

[Bernie] Mom! Dad!

♪ Somebody help me, yeah ♪

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

♪ Somebody help me, now… ♪

[Bernie] And then, one day,

I was sat in between four of the weirdest-looking boys,

when an old blind rabbi came to my rescue.

Shalom, boys, shalom and welcome to your first bar mitzvah class.

We have a long way to go,

but first, let me tell you where it is that we are going.

A bar mitzvah is the most important time in a person's life.

It is the day you commit your life to God.

It is the day God himself listens to you and pays you regard.

It is the day when a boy becomes a man.

It is an epic two-day festival

at which you are the absolute center of attention.

[Bernie] At my bar mitzvah, God will switch on a spotlight,

and for the first time, everyone would really see me.

From that moment on, I became the greatest party organizer in history.

I spent every minute preparing for the day when Bernie Rubens would walk on water.

[Rabbi Linov] Everybody you know will be invited.

Everyone will come. There will be presents everywhere.

And you stand there on that day,

a son of the commandments, a bar mitzvah.

[Bernie] My bar mitzvah was going to make my brother Alvie's

look like a children's tea party.

Mine was going to be the Gone With the Winds of bar mitzvahs.

It was going to be the Cassius Clay of bar mitzvahs,

the Jesus Christ of bar mitzvahs.

In nine months' time, I was gonna be a legend.

[indistinct conversations]

That England team.

They got two chances…

No chance and fat chance.

[men yelling]

[metallic scraping]

Big bugger, ain't it?

Very big bugger, Leo.

-Very big. -Hmm.

[man] All right.

Oh…

I'm only guessing, but would I be right

in presuming that you, sir, are Mr. Rubens?

And this is your fine son.

[laughs]

No.

You ain't even opened yet. How can you be expandin'?

No man can hold back the tides of change, Mr. Rubens.

Now, one option is that you come and work for us.

-You bring your customers over. -Can't do that in our family.

I've never bowed my knee to another man.

I think we should be realistic here.

With our low-pricing policy, our advertising budget,

the degree of choice we offer, Fine Fare's sheer size--

And you think that's what makes a successful business?

Yes.

-Let me tell you… -Manny.

…we've known every one of our customers for years.

They have a loyalty to us that you cannot buy.

Mr. Rubens, I understand--

And I'll tell you something else.

We're Jewish, and if you know your Bible,

you know we got a habit of taking on Goliaths and winning,

and I'll tell you why.

One word.

Underdog.

Well, that's two words.

One word.

Maybe hyphenated.

One thing you can count on the English doing

is backin' the underdog.

Mr. Spender.

[indistinct conversations]

Oy, a broch.

Excuse me, ladies.

Leave us a bit of a path, would ya?

Thank you.

Come on, get your rock-hard tomatoes. One and four a pound.

[Bernie] "Dear Mr. Vaughan, my name is Bernie Rubens,

fan club membership number 856.

I'm soon to be celebrating my bar mitzvah,

and I'll be very happy if you could perform

a few of your songs on the night.

I hope you don't mind me writing to you,

but as my uncle Jimmy always says,

'That's the thing about being Jewish.

You haven't got a foreskin, so to make up for it,

you need a lot of balls.'"

My party will be held at the Henshaw Hotel.

As it happens, I'm actually going there this weekend

for my cousin Rosella's wedding.

It really is a magnificent venue.

[indistinct conversations]

Esther.

Mazel tov.

Thank you.

Mazel tov, Uncle Henry.

Thank you, Benjamin.

Bernard.

So Hymie's on his deathbed, and he says to his wife,

"Get the priest. I wanna convert."

She says, "You've been a Jew all your life.

Why do you wanna convert?"

He says, "Better one of them should die than one of us."

[both laughing]

"Better one of them should die than one of us."

[woman laughs]

Will it be you or Jimmy giving the wedding toast, Manny?

No, Manny's giving it, Rabbi. He's the older brother.

[Rabbi Linov] I don't know about you, but I always think the secret

of a good wedding toast is a little levity.

This is, after all, a time of celebration,

-of joy, and, uh… -[chuckles]

He's trying to say, break the habit of a lifetime

and for God's sake, be funny, Manny.

Hmm.

And we remember Rosella's uncle Bennet, who died of a stroke last year.

Also last year, on her mother's side, Uncle Samuel, dead with his kidneys.

Also, her second cousin David, gone these three years from heart failure.

I'm sure they're all smiling down on us,

along with her grandmother Rachel,

who recently succumbed to cancer of the head.

I'm sorry, that's the wrong card.

Bowel. It's cancer of the bowel.

But we mustn't only look at the sad side of things.

We should also be grateful for those of us

who are here today who might not have been.

Cousin Alfred had a very bad motorcycle sidecar accident recently,

and he received severe injuries to the head…

-[guests clapping] -…but he is here with us today.

He may no longer be the sharpest stick in the box,

but he's still always very welcome, as indeed, are both his balls.

-[chuckles] -Sorry. Parents.

I think we all agree that Alfred is a brave batsman

who will be ready for whatever balls God bowls at him.

The same could not be said for Uncle Monty,

who's been recently institutionalized because his mind is completely farmisht.

But I'm pleased…

I'm pleased to say that Sadie and the twins

are here with us today,

having just recovered from the whole salmonella incident…

-So… -[guests clapping]

[wheezing]

Could you all please be upstanding for Rosella and Esther?

I mean, Rosella and Lester.

[mic feedback]

Rosella and Lester!

[all toasting]

[man] Rosella and Lester!

[traditional music playing]

[wheezing]

Breathe.

He's not very good at breathing.

Always had a bit of a weak chest.

No one knows why.

Mmm.

Do you know what set it off?

Anything out of the usual happen?

-No. -I want you to try this.

Breathe out. [exhales]

Breathe in. [inhales]

[inhales]

Well, Mrs. Rubens, what do you want, the good news or the bad news?

Bad.

The bad news is your son has asthma.

Is there… Is he, uh… What is it?

Bernie's very sensitive airways can make breathing difficult.

I've got an asthma clinic on Mondays and Thursdays.

Why don't you send this young man along?

See if we can help.

-Darling, our table's ready. -Right.

You get some rest now, Bernie.

Okay.

-You all right? -Yeah.

Good boy.

[door opens]

Just gonna turn the gas off, now.

The room is warm enough?

Good night.

[Bernie] Good night, Dad.

[door closes]

[door opens]

Just checking it went out.

[Alvie] It's definitely out.

[mouthing]

Good night, boys.

[door closes]

[sighs]

[door opens]

[Esther] Manny! Are you comin' to bed?

He's such an idiot.

[opera music playing]

-[man] Morning. -[woman] Morning.

[Dr. Barrie] And expand.

[Alice] I'm popping out.

-Have a good time. -[grunting]

-Bye, Bernie. -Bye!

[blowing]

[exhales]

[Dr. Barrie] Very good.

Well, now, according to this, you're actually dead.

Got any hobbies, Bernie?

Football, I expect, is it?

I was a center-forward.

Not much use anymore, I'm afraid.

Still, I'd probably get into the England team

the way they're playing now.

Did you see the score against Poland?

One-one. Against Poland.

I know it was just a friendly, but honestly.

All right. The good news is I think we can help you.

I want you to come for breathing classes once a week.

The bad news is I want you to give this note to your P.E. teacher.

I'm afraid you won't be able to play football for a while, Bernie.

Really?

[Bernie] What a stroke of luck.

Now I could devote my time to the seating plan.

For example, I was thinking of moving Alvie in between Mr. Salkin and Mr. Kaye,

well known for having the worst breath in North London.

Cocktails would also be key to a swinging party.

I'd give it a nine.

You said the vodka martini was a nine.

-Definitely. -You're giving everything the same score.

[gargling]

Nine, again.

I'm sorry, Bernie. I only really like lemonade.

Just try this.

-What is it? -It's a Bloody Mary.

I'm only askin'. [sniffs]

[woman] I'm was just havin' a look.

[indistinct conversations]

It's time.

We don't have to.

Know your enemy. That's what I always say.

Otherwise, how can you defeat him?

I can't go tonight. I've got Bernie's class.

We won't be long. Now, come on.

We work on it two hours a night and then three hours a day at weekends.

I tell Raymond you can't play outside so much, now.

You have to sit with your old dad and learn the Torah.

He doesn't mind. It keeps us out of trouble.

Yes, yes.

Keeps us on the right side of the law. [chuckles]

The ten months I've spent helping Stephen study for his bar mitzvah

have been the most important months of my life.

It brought back wonderful memories of my own father

and the special times we shared

before he went mad.

[clicks tongue]

It makes the time we had together even more precious.

[indistinct conversations]

What is it?

It's an avocado.

And it's the end.

It's definitely the end.

I've been playing in a bridge team for 20 years,

and tonight is the night of the regional final

that we've been working towards for 20 years,

but I've decided it's more important to be here tonight

with my wonderful son

than to be there fulfilling the dream of a lifetime.

[Rabbi Linov clears throat]

We'll give him another minute, shall we, Bernie?

[man] Make some hors d'oeuvre, sorbet, tongue and stuff…

Is this them?

All right, all right, I know, I know, I know.

Your dad had some business to attend to.

I'm sorry. We're sorry. He's sorry.

[Bernie] Oh, Mom, this is Mr. Kimmel.

He's one of the dads and he's a caterer. We've been discussing the party.

-Oh? -Nice to meet you, Mrs. Rubens.

Nice to meet you.

Well, Bernie tells me you're planning a formal dinner for around 250 guests.

-Right? -Oh?

[Esther] Told him he was gonna have a separate children's menu.

Wanted to know if they did ice sculptures.

He's done some drawings of great Jews in literature as a starting point.

You're gonna have to tell him.

Or we could sell the shop.

Then there'd be plenty of money.

I'm telling you and I'm telling Jimmy, I am not selling the shop.

It is a matter of principle!

Principle? No, it's not. It's out of fear.

Too afraid to change… anything.

I'm not selling.

Well, then you're gonna have to tell your son about his cut-price bar mitzvah.

Take him out for the day on Sunday.

Tell him then.

-What am I gonna do with him? -I don't know, Manny.

Do whatever normal fathers and sons do.

Be his dad.

Just for a day.

["Daydream" playing]

♪ What a day for a daydream ♪

[cars honking]

♪ What a day for a daydreamin' boy ♪

[man] You shouldn't be allowed on the road!

♪ Now I'm lost in a daydream ♪

♪ Dreamin' 'bout my bundle of joy ♪

♪ And even if time Ain't really on my side ♪

♪ It's one of those days For takin' a walk outside ♪

♪ I'm blowin' the day To take a walk in the sun ♪

♪ And fall on my face On somebody's new-mowed lawn ♪

[car honks]

Shoot, boy, shoot. Shoot, just… Oh!

-[boy] Yay! -[man] Well done.

Thanks, mate.

♪ And you can be sure That if you're feeling right ♪

♪ A daydream'll last Till long into the night ♪

♪ Tomorrow at breakfast You may prick up your ears ♪

[man] Oh, look at that.

♪ Or you may be daydreamin' For a thousand years ♪

[snarling]

-[barking] -Run!

Hurry up, Dad. Dad!

[Bernie panting]

-[dog snarls] -[screaming]

[barking]

[gasping]

[barking]

No one's expecting you to be clever.

You think your zayda was clever?

[Jimmy] He wasn't clever.

In fact, he was a bit of a putz.

He was practically backward, but he was a worker.

Yeah, he worked.

He was backward, but he went forward because he worked.

If your zayda hadn't got run over,

who knows what he would have been now. 'Cause he tried.

I tried.

You? Tried? 22%? You say you tried?

Where is the alimentary canal?

-Egypt? -[chuckles]

Don't encourage him, Jimmy.

Manny?

Any other conversations you were thinkin' about?

Yeah, so… [clears throat]

Well… Well, we have another son…

with a bar mitzvah.

We're thinking that we might make it more…

-Cozy. -Cozy.

Okay, what do you mean?

Well, with more of a family feel.

Right, so what?

Well, less people.

Less people?

Maybe a hundred guests.

A hundred?

It's still a sizeable amount. Hundred's plenty.

[chuckles] I had 200 at mine.

-[Manny] Things are different now. -Oh.

Since Fine Fare opened, our takings have gone down by half.

But the Empire Suite will be half empty.

No, it won't.

You're not having the Empire Suite.

No, we think the Rainbow Room will be better.

The Rainbow Room? That's the size of that kitchen!

[Esther] Don't be silly!

No one's ever complained about the space, have they, Lila?

They have not.

That is one of the most spacious kitchens I've ever enjoyed.

[Rabbi Linov] Goodbye, boys. See you next week. Well done.

-[boy] Goodbye, Rabbi Linov. -Keep practicing.

-Bye, Bernie. -[boy] Bye, Bernie.

Ah, Bernie, Bernie, Bernie.

[sighs]

You were very quiet today, Bernie.

Not sulking, I hope?

So you have a smaller reception room. That's not so bad, is it?

I don't think you understand how much this means to me, Rabbi Linov.

It means a lot to your father, too, and he is worrying about the business, so…

Look!

"The most important life-affirming event in a boy's life,

so spare no expense. Break the bank."

They spared no expense at Alvie's bar mitzvah.

And do you remember what it did to your parents?

The stress,

the tears,

the hair loss.

Your parents cannot cope with a big event, Bernie, that's the truth of it.

If he worries, she worries.

You want your mother worrying?

You want her to go bald, is that what you want?

Hmm? What's that?

-No. -No.

So you put a nice face on it, Bernie.

Lighten their load, okay?

You know, a smaller reception is more fashionable now.

It's more modern.

-Exclusive. -Exclusive, exactly. Yes.

Okay.

[Bernie] I suppose it's very easy in a huge room

for everything to just become a great big party,

without any focus on the person it's all actually about.

But in a smaller room, I could be the real center of attention.

[instrumental music playing]

[Bernie] I decided to cut the dross out of Alvie's guest list,

the people who'd just given him pens,

like Zelda and Monty Glitzman.

And on re-checking, everyone who was now dead.

Okay.

I need to redesign the seating plan.

That's my boy, that's my boy.

You cannot keep Bernie Rubens down, am I right?

Are you wearing your nice face now?

Hmm? I think you are.

There's a smile there, yes?

You know, Bernie, this reminds me so very much of my own bar mit--

[door closes]

Bernie?

[Bernie] "Dear Ronnie and Reggie Kray, my name is…

Alvie Rubens,

and I'm soon to be celebrating my bar mitzvah.

The problem is, I'm planning a really exclusive occasion,

and I'm going to have to disappoint a large number of people.

Could you supply a couple of heavies on the door?"

[Mrs. Shivers] Lovely to meet you boys.

Terry talks about you all the time.

Quite kings of the castle at St. Joseph's, eh?

The fabulous four! [giggles]

[boys sigh]

[classical music on radio]

So, what is a bar mitzvah, then, Bernie? It's like a birthday, is it?

It's bigger than that.

It's when I become a man and the greatest day of my entire life.

Oh, turn that down, will you, Stan?

-More fish fingers? -Yeah.

And you have a party, do you?

Yeah, it's not going to be quite as big as it was.

It's slightly more exclusive, but you can come, if you like.

-When is it? -30th of July.

Oh, that rings a bell.

Stan, any reason why July the 30th rings a bell?

It's the World Cup final.

July the 30th is the World Cup final?

Yes, World Cup final day.

July 30th.

[Mrs. Shivers] We'll make provision now.

We'll come if England are knocked out,

but obviously, if England make the World Cup final, it's a no.

[dramatic music playing]

[Bernie] It's the World Cup final!

We'll have to change the date.

Don't be silly. That'd be an offense against God and man.

-Manny, tell him. -[sighs]

It'd be an offense against God and man.

But no one will turn up if England reach the final.

England won't reach the final.

But if they do, then it'll just be our family and the rabbi.

Count me out.

Believe me, no one is gonna want to watch

a stupid football match instead of coming to your bar mitzvah.

[panting]

Mom, Bernie's stopped breathing again.

The truth is, Bernie, there's not much physically wrong with your lungs.

But asthma can have other causes.

Is there anything particularly worrying you at the moment?

Do you think England can get into the World Cup final?

I see. Well, I don't know, Bernie. Some fine players in the squad.

Moore, Bobby Charlton.

But you wouldn't say they were the favorites, would you?

No, I suppose not.

There's Brazil. And Portugal have got Eusebio.

Hang on.

Why don't you borrow this?

[phone ringing]

Dr. Barrie.

[Bernie] It all suddenly became clear.

All my future happiness hung in the balance,

and football was the key.

Gotta dash, I'm afraid.

No, no, finish your juice, and try not to worry.

England could surprise us all yet.

Keep your fingers crossed.

[Bernie] From that moment on, my life only had one purpose.

I needed to know everything about everything to do with football.

To save my bar mitzvah,

I had to make the World Cup my obsession.

The only thing that mattered was that England did not reach that final.

[TV announcer] Sir Stanley Rous and FIFA officials

presided over the draw for the World Cup competition

at a London hotel today.

[Stanley Rous] England versus Uruguay

in the opening match on July 11th at Wembley.

-Come on, let's play football! -Yeah!

Rabbi, I have a question to ask you.

Yes, Bernie.

-It's about morality. -Of course it is.

What's God's attitude to someone

who doesn't want their own country to win the World Cup?

Well…

Can that person still go to heaven?

Ah, this, I'll have to look into.

As far as I know, it's not specifically dealt with in the Old Testament.

[Bernie] All around the world,

the last warm-up matches were being played,

from Moscow to Rio de Janeiro.

And then they were on their way.

From every corner of the earth, they came.

The mighty knights of the age…

Eusebio,

Rattin,

Pele of Brazil.

The heroes who only had one purpose in life…

To stick up for Bernie Rubens and his bar mitzvah.

I don't understand it, Leo. How can you sell to them?

You've been in fish for generations.

It was never my shop, Manny, you know what I mean?

The old man dies, me and Tony… It was just expected I take it on.

But me?

It was never what I wanted.

Fucking fish!

Now we're gonna halve the money.

I'm gonna set up me own thing, you know.

Promotin' sporting events.

Maybe you should think about doing the same thing, you know.

Start fresh. Get out from under Jimmy's wing.

Listen, my uncle Angelo has a shoe shop.

He's looking to sell and go back to Italy.

Do I know from shoes?

I'm just sayin'… Think about it.

Men our age, we don't get many chances like this.

[indistinct conversations]

[indistinct]

Well, my capital is tied up in another establishment just now,

but I'm looking to move into a new area.

-Hmm. -But I'll be seeing a few places.

-Mmm-mmm. -I wanna find something with demand.

Hmm.

Everybody has got a foot.

[chuckles]

All right.

We sell.

Yeah.

[laughs excitedly]

Oh!

[crowd chanting] England! England!

[Queen Elizabeth] It now gives me great pleasure

to declare open the Eighth World Football Championships.

[crowd cheering]

[Dr. Barrie] In honor of this auspicious day,

the opening of the Eighth World Cup finals,

who do you wanna be, England or Uruguay?

Uruguay!

[commentator] The question remains,

does this English side have the nation's support?

-[Dr. Barrie] Heads or tails? -Heads.

Heads it is.

[commentator] England to kick off.

Wembley Stadium a sea of Union Jacks

at this, the opening of the 1966 World Cup.

England off to a nervous start.

The Uruguayan underdogs certainly full of fire.

["Mony Mony" playing]

♪ Saying Mony, Mony ♪

[blows]

♪ Well, shoot 'em down, turnaround ♪

[commentator] There's an opportunity there, but no, he's offside.

[cheering]

♪ Hey, she give me love And I feel all right now ♪

[commentator] Greaves to Connelly.

Comes alongside, he's there.

-Connelly heads! Oh, just too high. -[referee whistle]

♪ I say, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah… ♪

[commentator] England finding goals are just not coming to them.

♪ Well, you make me feel ♪

[commentator] Ball to Hunt. It's Greaves.

Five English players pushing forward.

Oh, great play.

♪ All right, baby, say yeah… ♪

[commentator] These players from Uruguay have an answer to everything.

Cohen to Ball. Only seconds left now.

[referee blows whistle]

[commentator] And there's the final whistle, and it's nil-nil.

Things look bleak for England as Alf Ramsey's side leave the pitch

having failed to distinguish themselves.

[Alf Ramsey] They have been subjected to pressure.

I think we've all felt this, so--

Bloody zombies.

Stan was just sayin' he thinks they'll be out next round.

He bet his life on it.

He thinks Germany will win.

Isn't that right, Stan?

England?

Bloody zombies. They'll be out next round.

Bet me life on it.

Krauts'll win that again.

-[doorbell ringing] -Oh! Excuse me. [giggles]

At your bar mitzvah, do you have a bit of your…

tonka cut off?

What?

Well, my mom says that you have a bit of your tonka cut off

in front of everyone by a rabbi with a cake knife.

-[all laugh] -It's not called your tonka.

It's called your cock, and I've had a bit cut off already.

Well, now, who's the ganster macher?

[chuckling]

Too much?

Yeah, too much.

Ah, there we are.

Victor Mature.

This is the man I married.

Close your eyes, boys.

Ugh!

Good luck.

Bernie…

I know things might not have been…

-I know I might have been… -Dad, can I have an extra 50 guests?

-You can have 20. -Forty.

-Thirty. -And an orchestra.

-Four-piece. -Eight-piece.

-Done. -[sighs]

Let's just hope England don't make it to the final.

Leave that to me.

[Bernie] "By the powers of Asmodeus, Belial, and Abaddon

who destroys and lays waste,

may England be beaten by Mexico in Group One.

May the one who is known as Charlton suffer most grievous damnation."

[Bernie] "Dear Mr. Ramsey, if you want to see your wife again,

do not select Bobby Moore for the match on Saturday."

-[phone ringing] -[Mr. Spender] Right.

Your business is of definite interest to us.

Head Office have agreed. We will be making you an offer.

And what sort of offer are we talking about?

Uh, well, it's too early to say.

Yeah, but what sort of figure, roughly?

Well, Head Office will make that decision based on your accounts, of course.

[Jimmy] Uh, there's two different sets of accounts.

Me and Manny run the shop as two separate businesses.

Then we'll need to see both sets

as well as tax returns for the last five years,

and we'll get back to you quick as we can.

[sighs]

Are you all right, Mr. Rubens?

[whimpers]

Mr. Rubens?

It's his tax returns.

He's hardly declared anything.

[sighs]

If he hadn't have been hiding away that money in the loft…

If he tells them the truth, he'll go to prison.

Oh, God.

He's his own worst enemy.

-[sobs] -Hey, Es…

Come on. Come on.

It's all right.

[Esther] What're we gonna do, eh?

[Jimmy] It'll be all right.

Come on, now. Come on.

It'll be all right.

You think this is gonna affect my bar mitzvah?

What do you think?

[Irish music playing]

So, in its full glory…

This is the Shamrock Function Room.

And the great thing about this particular celebratory venue

is that, included in the price, like,

you have full usage of the bar and the plastic seating,

and we'll be throwing in the personal address system

and the musical entertainment itself. Take a look.

The best little band ever to come out of Cork,

combined ages of over 356,

but they play like teenaged troublemakers.

Right, well, I'll let you ponder that, like…

But I just want to say three words to you.

Gift, horse, and mouth.

[indistinct conversations]

Well, it's clean.

It's not exactly the Henshaw, is it?

Please, can't we use the savings?

-What did you say? -In the loft.

There are no savings in the loft, Bernie.

If there was any savings in the loft, well…

Well, there'd be a safety net.

-For what? -For emergencies.

What if-- What if Alvie wants to go to university?

[mic feedback]

[chuckles] Ouch.

Keep 'em closed, keep 'em closed.

Right. Three, two, one… Open 'em!

Ta-da!

Come on, boys. Come on.

[door opens]

Come on, Manny, chop-chop. Customers waiting.

Relax. We shall kneel at your feet and pamper till you purchase.

Look at that. Like a duck to water, eh?

[laughs] Oh…

-[Esther] Honey, is that you? -What?

Honey?

Oh, there you are.

Dr. and Mrs. Barrie, they've come to take Bernie out to the pictures.

Gonna see Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines.

Thought they'd have a cup of tea. Would you like some more?

[Dr. Barrie] Thank you very much.

Bernie tells me you were in the RAF, Mr. Rubens.

That's right.

I'm sure you fellows had it a lot rougher than us.

It's terrible times.

Before the missions, you couldn't sleep.

You couldn't do anything for the nerves.

You were a pilot?

Cook.

[mariachi music playing]

Remind me what this is all for.

If Mexico beat England, England definitely won't get through,

so I want to give 'em all the support I can.

All right, well, go on, kick them in the…

…is "patéalos en los."

Patéalos en los.

But what's "bollocks"?

It hasn't got "bollocks" in.

Try "nuts."

-Brazil or almond? -Give it to me.

-"Testicles," you idiot! -Ow!

[crowd cheering]

Hello?

Dr. Barrie?

[commentary playing on radio]

Hello?

Oh.

[commentator on radio] Bobby Charlton.

Hunt with him.

Charlton trying for a shot…

It's in!

Bollocks.

Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks.

[commentator] England have scored.

Well, that's the way the crowd likes to see them play.

Kenny?

Kenny?

-[commentator] Juarez. Juarez again. -[sighs]

I told you. He won't be back for hours.

[moaning]

[commentator] …no appreciation of the Mexican's skill.

Well, you just can't keep these Mexicans down.

They just keep on coming.

England seems to be struggling now.

Now Charlton passing it forward to Greaves.

A chance! A goal!

No!

[Alice] Yes!

Oh, yes!

[singing in Hebrew]

[Bernie] Please, God, tomorrow England play France.

Of course, do whatever you think is right,

but may I suggest giving the whole England team diarrhea,

and breaking a couple of their legs just to be sure?

Thank you.

[TV announcer] And the England captain Bobby Moore leads out his team

wearing white shirts and dark blue shorts.

[music playing on radio]

[static crackling]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[radio stops playing]

I don't know what's wrong with this one.

Maybe I should buy a television set like the Franklins.

Then I can have it on all bleedin' night!

Lovely. Here you are.

Sit. Come on, everybody sit.

Boys, come on, quick.

Right, it's cholent. It's his favorite.

Come on, boys. Come on.

Thanks for doing this, Lila.

[Lila] Eat it while it's hot.

[mouthing]

Mmm. Mmm! Oh!

[coughing]

[Jimmy] Mmm, this is delicious.

Ask me how I am.

-How are you? -Don't ask.

[laughing]

So, are you excited, Bernie? All set for your big day?

[sighs] Football.

Oh, you're not still thinking about that final, are ya?

I don't know what you're worrying about!

The French are a good side, right?

The goalkeeper Eon's broken his leg,

and they've replaced him with Aubour,

who hasn't got the greatest record,

and Guerin's left Combin out

and switched to a different formation, which I think is a mistake.

Still, they're fast, the Frogs, though, ain't they?

[mimicking running]

[commentator] Here comes Greaves,

and it's Jack Charlton!

And… And Hunt scores! It's Hunt!

[sighs]

[people cheering]

Relax, it's a fluke!

They've got 55 minutes left. Loads of time.

[commentator] Bosquier lifts the ball.

Gondet's there, but it's too high.

I always say that the good thing about being English

is that, even if you do eventually lose, no one really cares.

It's the taking part that matters.

[commentator] The ball's in the air, and in comes Hunt!

Goal! Two-nil!

[neighbors cheering]

[Alvie singing] ♪ England, England ♪

Shut up!

Boys, boys! Boys!

-[Esther] Stop it! -[Manny] That's enough.

[firecrackers exploding]

[singing] ♪ Two-nil England ♪

You shut up.

You stop making such a fuss.

Nothing is gonna go wrong with your bar mitzvah.

Down the hairdressers, they say the whole thing is just a joke,

'cause when it comes to it, Portugal are gonna win, hands down.

Hmm, whatever happens,

the moment that England step out on the pitch with that Eusebio,

all your troubles are over.

[gasps]

[fireman] Start the winch now!

Turn it up!

-[fireman] You were lucky. -[all coughing]

The attic's gutted, but the roof timbers are sound.

Kids fired a rocket through the window.

Oh, excuse me, sir. You mustn't go up there.

Come on, downstairs.

Sir, can't go up there. Excuse me, sir.

-Sir, it's not safe up there, really. -[groans]

[sobs]

Oh, Manny.

Don't… You know, don't blame yourself.

What could you do?

A World Cup Willie with a rocket up its tuchus.

Who could predict that?

Come on, Manny.

Come back to mine.

Lila'll cook up a storm.

Honey?

Honey, come on.

Let's go inside, all right?

-Come on, doll. -No, you go off with him.

I know that's what you've always wanted to do.

Go with him!

[groans]

Well, that's right!

I really wanted to go with Jimmy all along!

No, I only saddled myself with you for the money and the glamorous lifestyle.

You bloody idiot!

Bloody idiot.

[sobbing]

It's all right, Man.

It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right, Man.

Oi, not in front of the boys, all right?

Not in front of the boys.

They're not here, are they?

No. They're inside. Don't worry.

-They didn't see anything, did they? -Of course not.

-Didn't see nothing? -No, they didn't. Now, come on.

Come inside. Come inside.

Come on.

I'm sorry, Jimmy.

It's all right, Man. Don't be silly.

-Quick cup of tea, eh? -Yeah.

Thanks.

-You know what this means? -What?

Means now your bar mitzvah really is fucked.

[Bernie reading in Hebrew]

[rabbi correcting]

[Bernie continues reading]

-[rabbi correcting] -[sighs]

[continues reading]

[rabbi correcting]

[continues reading]

[rabbi correcting]

[Bernie continues reading]

[rabbi correcting]

You've always been my best student, Bernie.

So what's wrong? Hmm?

Are you studying?

-Yeah. -[chuckles] I don't think so.

[dog growls]

Shh, Gertie.

[growls]

Why aren't you studying?

Because there's no point!

Because the house burnt down,

so we haven't got any money,

so we've got to have the bar mitzvah at home.

And everything stinks of smoke.

And no one's gonna come anyway because it's the World Cup final,

but my stupid dad and… Ow!

What does it mean to become bar mitzvah?

It means to be a son of the commandment.

Mmm-hmm, and what does this mean?

-To become a man. -Ah!

And what does it mean to become a man?

Hmm?

So, all these months of studying,

and you cannot answer this.

To become a man is to accept responsibility

for your own actions, your own things.

On the day of your bar mitzvah, something real happens.

You become the man you will be for the rest of your life.

Think about this!

Not the gifts, not the party.

Think about who you are…

and who you want to be.

Besides, hmm?

England? [scoffs]

Never get into the final, hmm?

[commentator] And England kick off in this semi-final.

England's impregnable defense must face Portugal's fearsome attack.

[both] Come on, England!

Come on, England! Come on, England!

[commentator] …one of his blistering shots.

Just popping out.

-No, it goes wide. -Yes.

What?

[door closes]

Fine, absolutely, have a good time, darling.

[commentator] …seven goals in this competition.

Here we go.

-Here comes Wilson. -Here we bloody well go!

Hurst.

No, it's Charlton. A chance here… A goal!

[cheering]

[commentator] Will it be enough to secure a place in the final?

[all clamoring]

[commentator] And that's it, England has made it to the final

of the World Cup, 1966!

Defeating a tremendous Portuguese side…

Eusebio breaks down, crying,

as the fans rise to honor Alf Ramsey's players.

Wembley Stadium resounding with their cheers.

[phone ringing]

[continues ringing]

Palmers Green, 7168. Hello?

Esther, it's Sarah.

Cousin Sarah.

I'm afraid we aren't going to be able to make Bernie's bar mitzvah.

-[boy giggling] -Shh!

Hymie's auntie's died.

I thought she died last year.

[phone ringing]

-Palmers Green, 7168. Hello? -It's Annie, here.

I don't think I'll be able to make Bernie's bar mitzvah.

I'm not well at all. My glands are up.

I feel terrible.

All the staff have phoned in sick.

I've got nine appointments on that very afternoon.

I've gotta do them all myself.

To get the opportunity to go to Fiji is a once-in-a-lifetime.

Fiji?

Your dog's passed away. I see.

Well, I hope it isn't contagious.

Yeah, all right.

Goodbye.

That was Mr. Kimmel.

He can't do the catering.

Not a problem. Right from the start,

Aunt Lila's been offering to do the whole thing.

[turns on vacuum cleaner]

[music playing on radio]

[Esther] Mmm.

-What is it? -Guess.

Hmm.

-Potato? -No.

Chicken?

No, getting warmer.

Fish?

Right first time! What do you think?

Bernie, try some. It's very good.

No, thanks, Auntie Lila.

[sighs]

[squishing]

The icing makes a difference.

Yeah.

Jimmy tells me Manny hasn't turned up for work the last few days.

How is he?

Just stays in bed. Won't get up.

[Esther] I was thinkin' about it the other night.

Everything he worries about happening… happens.

It's like he's cursed.

I'd do anything for that man.

Bless him.

[Manny] "Dear Jimmy,

this is your brother Manny writing to you.

I could no longer work for Jimmy's Shoes.

I cannot kneel before other men.

I cannot bow to my brother when he enters the room.

That is my nature.

I've written to Esther, whose life I've ruined for the last 20 years.

I know that you will look after her and the boys.

They will be better off with you taking care of them,

instead of them always taking care of me.

Your brother, Immanuel."

What's going on? What's happening?

-[man] He's had a fall. -[Manny] Jimmy!

-Jimmy! -He's up there, putting that sign up.

He just lost his balance.

Down, he was, straightaway. Yeah, I saw it happen.

-[Manny] Jimmy! -Bang. Gone.

Jimmy!

He came down, like a great thud, it was.

Jimmy, it's Manny.

[man] He just fell off.

Can I come with him? I'm his brother. Can I come with him?

Can I?

-[man] He's big fella, ain't he? -[Manny] I'm comin' with ya!

He won't open his eyes!

[man] He's too big for that bloody ladder.

Jim, I'm gonna lock up, and then I'm gonna come with ya.

Jimmy!

He'll be all right.

Jimmy?

Thank you.

I don't deserve…

I'm lucky to have you as a brother.

Always have been.

Imagine how dull it would have been, eh?

Two like me.

I wouldn't have ever got a single customer.

I'm just the schmuck of the firm.

[sniffles]

Take this home, shall I?

You comin'?

[sighs]

[phone rings]

Well, Mr. Austin, what can you do? If you're ill, you're ill.

And your wife, too? And your son.

Who would have thought something that serious

could come on that quickly?

Suppose you'd be all too ill to watch the match then as well.

What match? The World Cup final, you total and utter lyin' bastard.

Well, good morning, bar mitzvah boy.

Morning.

You look very nice.

[all chanting] England! England! England!

[Bernie] And so it was, that what was supposed to be the best day of my life

turned out to be the best day in the lives of everyone in England…

except me.

[singing in Hebrew]

Double check, now. Lock it.

[singing in Hebrew]

[crowd chanting] England! England!

[Alvie tapping in rhythm with crowd]

[Bernie continues singing]

[men singing]

[people cheering]

[crowd chanting] Deutschland! Deutschland!

[continues singing]

[men singing]

[all] Mazel tov.

Bernie, mazel tov.

Well, that's the tough part over, let's go have some fun.

[doorbell ringing]

Surprise!

Zelda! Monty!

Bernie, it's the Glitzmans.

Your invitation must've got lost in the post,

but we knew it was today so we came anyway.

I made you a Jewish World Cup Willie.

Mazel tov!

[chuckles]

Nice to see you, you have grown a lot.

-[Esther] That was nice of them. -I didn't think they were invited.

[Esther] You all right for drinks? Food's almost ready.

[Irish music playing faintly]

[gasps]

[Irish music continues playing]

[music changes to "Hava Nagila"]

Bernie, how you doin'?

Fine, thanks, Mr. Levine.

Do you know when the rabbi plans to leave?

He's just got here.

Yeah, we can't leave until he does,

and a few of us would like to see a least a bit of the match.

By the way, nearly forgot your present, there you go.

So, maybe, you could speed him up a bit?

No.

[commentator] The roar of the crowd almost drowning out the Royal Marines

here at Wembley.

97,000 fans awaiting 22 players.

Hello, Rabbi Linov.

Ah, there's the young man, then.

Hope all this fuss isn't going to your head.

No, Rabbi Linov.

Well, mazel tov again.

[commentator] And as the teams walk out onto the pitch,

it is as if every voice in the country

is willing England to win this, their first ever…

Oh, sorry, Bernie. Just listenin' to the wall.

Thirty-two years since a home nation won the World Cup…

-All right, think you'll win? -Nein. No chance.

There's Gordon Banks, the finest goalkeeper in the world, many say.

And can Bobby Charlton produce another of his blistering goals?

[crowd chanting] England! England!

[commentator] …this, the final, the 1966 World Cup.

[Bernie] I'd like to thank you all for not coming here today.

You have helped to make this one of the worst bar mitzvah celebrations ever.

I think the only person who could say they had a worse party than me

would be Rabbi Userfs, who had to strangle a Nazi on his bar mitzvah.

I'd hoped today would be the day when my life actually started,

but all it's done is confirm that it's not going to start,

that it's over before it's begun.

For if I'm not enough of a person to attract the attention

of my own mum and dad,

then what chance do I have with anyone else on the planet?

What I've learnt about manhood today is that…

I've got to be man enough to face the fact

that I'm not important to anyone

and never will be.

[knocking on door]

There you are.

Ready to do the speeches?

Ready.

Bernie…

Look, I know today hasn't gone quite the way you expected…

But, this morning,

in the service…

You were so…

I felt…

I looked out,

and I saw my excellent son.

[snaps finger] Off.

Come on.

Come on.

[commentator] The whistle blows, and that's it, they're off.

The '66 World Cup final has begun.

West Germany in possession, still coming… There's a shot!

…finally, Aunt Ruth, who was mercifully taken in her sleep.

But as a wise man once said, this is a time for levity,

and I know this is my son Bernie's big day,

and he would like this room to be full of the sound of laughter, so…

Well, I'm no Jimmy, but…

-Manny. -No, please.

-It's fine. -Excuse me.

-You have to excuse me, Rabbi. -No, it's…

So this Orthodox Jew, he moves from Poland to London,

and a few years later he goes back to visit his mum.

And she says, "Where's your beard?"

And he says, "Mama, no one wears beards in London."

So she says, "Are you still kosher?"

And he says, "Mama, no one's kosher in London."

-So then she says… -"Are you still circumcised?"

Are you still circumcised.

-No! -[Manny] What?

Sorry.

The atmosphere at Wembley has changed in an instant.

[crowd groans]

[Manny] Now, let's hear it for my son,

Bernie, who today celebrates his bar mitzvah.

Yeah.

Manny, camera. You should get a photograph, first.

Yeah, everyone, please come in, join us.

-Don't be shy. -Please, come to position. Please come.

Get a family picture.

-Zelda? -Yes?

-Go at the back. -[woman] Go on, Zelda, I'll follow you.

All right, Bernie, get the tallith on.

-[Manny] It's not clicking. -[Esther] Is it wound on?

-[Manny] Of course, I wound it on. -[Lila] I don't think it's wound on.

Pass it over. It just needs winding.

I'm telling you, I wound it on.

-[Esther] What are you doing? -[Alvie] Get my new tattoo into the photo.

-[Esther] What do you mean? -Got a tattoo.

Oh, my God! You've misspelt "England."

L-A-N-D.

-Rabbi. Come on, join us. -Gertie, stay.

What is the matter with you?

Your mother's right, Alvie. If you can't spell it, don't tattoo it.

[Jimmy] I think you need to wind it on.

I'm telling you, I wound it on.

That's very strange. It's never been… Lila, have a go.

[Rabbi Linov] Oh, Gertie!

I hope nobody's got anything on my carpet.

-Stinks. -Where is it coming from?

[Alvie] Not me.

[Esther] Excuse me, can everyone check their shoes?

-[Manny] Check your shoes. -Check my wheels.

I fixed it. It works. Take it, take it.

-We'll go out and get some fresh air. -Everyone, ready?

Smile. One, two, three. Smile, on the count of three, all right?

[all] All right.

[Manny] Ready? Hold your breath. Ready?

One, two…

Where's Bernie?

-Where is he? -[all murmuring]

-He was just here. -[Esther] Bernie?

[Alvie] He's probably in the garage. He spends all his time back there now.

Nah, it's all right.

It's an A. It's an A, now cover it up.

Take one now, we'll take another one later.

Bernie?

Bernie?

[door closes]

[door opens]

Alice?

Oh, it's you.

Well…

Don't you look Jewish.

It's my bar mitzvah.

Oh, yes, of course. That explains the, uh…

How'd it go?

Not perfect.

That is the way of the world, Bernie.

You'll find that out soon enough.

[yelling]

You're lucky, Bernie, do you know that?

You already know not to expect too much,

because this is what being a man is like.

[wheezing]

It's all right, son. Breathe.

My wife left me.

I'm sorry.

Come on, Bernie.

Come on.

I suppose there's another way of lookin' at it.

How many boys can say

on the day of their bar mitzvah, England played in the World Cup final?

It may never happen again.

And besides, this team? This England team?

No one believed in them.

People were really killin' 'em, callin' them this, callin' them that,

but they never gave up, did they?

They never gave in.

Seems to me that this is a team we should be supporting,

especially on the day of your bar mitzvah.

Now, be honest with me, Bernie.

When all is said and done…

Who'd you want to win?

England.

-England? -England.

[commentator] Oh, beautifully defended by Charlton.

If England can just hold on to their two-one lead…

-Yes! -[Manny chuckles]

…for another 12 minutes, the World Cup will be theirs.

Let's go.

[engine revving]

And the Germans keep pressing forward…

We're in injury time now, and England must do it!

Oh, no! It's a free kick to West Germany!

He crosses, it's Weber.

And, oh, yes, they've done it!

The Germans have scored in the last seconds.

[cheering in German]

I don't believe it.

[commentator] It's England two, West Germany two.

Never has the World Cup produced such a finish.

Does this mean they'll go into extra time?

-Yeah. -What a dramatic end!

Good.

[tires squealing]

[commentator] There goes the whistle for the end of 90 minutes.

But we won't get in.

But you'll have been there.

Bernie Rubens is gonna have a bar mitzvah to remember.

[bell ringing]

[sighs]

I know I was speeding, I know I jumped the red light,

but, sir, by my life, it's my first time. It's my son's bar mitzvah.

I've got to get him to Wembley for the end of the match.

We just wanna be there… For England.

[Scottish accent] Is that right, then?

Isn't that a charming patriotic gesture?

-[Bernie sighs] -Name.

Rubens.

[chuckles]

Go!

Go, go!

Dad, you haven't locked the car.

Sod it!

-What if Germany win? -We won't let Germany win.

Not on my son's bar mitzvah.

[commentator] It's Hurst.

It's a goal!

Or is it?

The referee is consulting the Russian linesman.

He's now pointing at the center line.

No, he's given it! It's a goal!

Wembley rises to its feet.

England three, West Germany two.

Five minutes left!

What's the score?

Manny! What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

-Sporting events! -Well?

It's three-two, to England!

[both] Yes!

This is Jimmy's brother, the fella I'm always talkin' about.

Oh, is he the funny one?

-No, the other one. -Bit late, ain't ya?

No, we haven't got tickets. We just wanted to be here.

-It's Bernie's bar mitzvah. -Your bar mitzvah?

Here.

-Mazel tov. -Thanks!

-What a mensch! -[laughs]

[mumbles]

No one's here!

Climb over, climb over!

-All right? -Coming, Dad?

I'm coming.

Come on, Dad.

[groans] Oi!

[Bernie] Excuse me, excuse me. Dad, come on!

Go on! Go on, then! Go! Hit it! Go on!

[cheering]

[Bernie] That was the best moment ever with my dad.

[crowd cheering]

Yay!

And then we went home, and it was the best evening ever.

We had fish and chips. We fooled around.

I don't remember us fooling around before.

Watch it!

Go, go, now, go, get the ball!

[Jimmy] And it's Esther. Oh, it's Alvie!

It's Manny. And there's Esther comin' up.

Oh! Oh!

And he punts it to Cohen.

[Manny] Go on, Bernie!

[Jimmy] It's Cohen!

Time for bar mitzvah cake!

[Jimmy] And here's Lila coming out with the cake!

[cheering]

[Bernie] But what I now think is this…

What happens when you become a man

is that you stop blaming your dad for not being perfect.

You realize he's just a man,

and you love the man he is.

And on my bar mitzvah, my dad became my friend for one day.

And I loved him.

And I always will.

["Walking Back To Happiness" playing]

♪ Funny, but it's true ♪

♪ What loneliness can do ♪

♪ Since I've been away ♪

♪ I have loved you more each day ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness ♪

♪ Whoo-pa, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Said goodbye to loneliness ♪

♪ Whoo-pa, oh, yeah ♪

♪ I never knew I'd miss you ♪

♪ Now I know what I must do ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness ♪

♪ I shared with you ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, ba-bop-a-doo ♪

♪ I'm makin' up for things I said ♪

♪ Whoo-pa, oh, yeah ♪

♪ And mistakes to which they led ♪

♪ Whoo-pa, oh, yeah ♪

♪ I shouldn't have gone away ♪

♪ So I'm comin' back today ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness ♪

♪ I threw away ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, ba-bop-a-doo ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness with you ♪

♪ Said farewell to loneliness I knew ♪

♪ Laid aside foolish pride ♪

♪ Learnt the truth from tears I cried ♪

♪ Spread the news I'm on my way Whoo-pa, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Find my blues have blown away Whoo-pa, oh, yeah ♪

♪ I'm bringing you love so true ♪

♪ 'Cause that's what I owe to you ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness I shared with you ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, ba-bop-a-doo ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness with you ♪

♪ Said farewell to loneliness I knew ♪

♪ I laid aside foolish pride ♪

♪ Learnt the truth from tears I cried ♪

♪ Spread the news I'm on my way ♪

♪ Whoo-pa, oh, yeah ♪

♪ All my blues have blown away ♪

♪ Whoo-pa, oh, yeah ♪

♪ I'm bringing you love so true ♪

♪ 'Cause that's what I owe to you ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness I shared with you ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey, ba-bop-a-doo ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness again ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness again ♪

♪ Walkin' back to happiness… ♪

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