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[crowd] Bubbles!

[Bubbles] Thank you.

Alright, that was a song called
"Who Shit In The Saddlebags?"

an old Roy Rogers classic.

It's on an album of mine
called "Fur Biscuits".

It's not out yet but,

hopefully at some point.

Alright, how's everybody
doin' out there now?

Yessir, we all ready
to keep rockin'?

Okay, this next song's about

an old guy named Skooker B.

Some of ya might remember him.

He lived in the
trailer park years ago,

and he got drunk and
drove through a church

and killed a bunch of people.

Anyway, this is,

this is called
"Drinkin With The Angels".

No, wrong beat.

Just wait.
Here we go.

♪ Ol' Skooker B ♪

♪ He never knew me ♪

♪ But he was a legend
Of the liquor... ♪

♪ He would put a pint away ♪

♪ Just to start his day
To hit the real thing ♪

♪ And now he's drinkin'
With the angels ♪

♪ On the wings of a dove ♪

♪ He's drinkin'
With the angels ♪

♪ Up in heaven above ♪

Play that one by
Hank Williams that I like,

will ya Bubbles?

Look, ya gotta promise

not to curse out your
ex-husband again, Gladys.

I won't mention the
son of a whore's name.

Alright, fair enough!

This is a little

"Your Cheatin' Heart"
for you folks.

Sorry gang, that's it.

Time for supper.

Okay, well, I guess
that's it for me then.

Thanks for coming down,
everybody!

We'll see ya next week,
the same time.

I don't wanna hear any of
your excuses, Charlie.

If that turkey
had not been as dry

as the goddamn Sahara desert,

then Vera wouldn't
have started choking.

End of story.

Excuse me Miss Chisolm,
sorry to interrupt,

I was wondering if I could
get my wages for the week?

Right here, Bubbles.

Oh, oh, hot turkey!

Decent!

Here. I got this
guy back for ya,

clean as a [whistles]

Oh, how's the old fork
antenna I geared up hangin'?

Ah, good.
Yeah, it's good.

And how were they today?

Oh, they were
fantastic as usual.

I mean, pretty sure
Harold mighta had a

front accident
when he dozed off,

but before that he was up
dancin' like Fred Astaire.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Harold should not
be up dancing,

he just started a new
heart medication. Jesus.

Oh, I didn't know that.

I'm sorry.

Listen, I've been
meaning to ask ya...

putting a band together

and I was thinkin' maybe I
could bring them in here

to play with me.

You know, I wouldn't charge
ya extra or anything.

What a-a-a band?

Like with drums 'n things?

Oh yeah, but the drummer
could use the brush... swishies.

Oh, I don't think that's
a good idea, Bubbles.

No, no, no, no.

It sounds loud
and disruptive.

Yeah, okay, I just thought-

No, no, no.

I'm sorry, Bubbles.

No, it's okay. It's fine.

What's the name of this band?

♪ Ol' Skooker B ♪

♪ He never knew me ♪

Who's a good boy?

♪ But he was a legend
Of the liquor... ♪

♪ He would put a pint away ♪

♪ Just to start his day
To hit the real thing... ♪

♪ Workin' at the mine ♪

♪ Liquored up by nine ♪

[Bubbles] Snip, snip,
snippy dippy doo.

♪ He would sucker
Punch his boss ♪

♪ Get back on the
Sauce by early evenin' ♪

♪ And now he's drinkin'
With the angels ♪

♪ On the wings of a dove ♪

A hundred bucks?!

I'm gonna be entering that!

♪ Up in heaven above ♪

[Bubbles] Look at that sparkly
bastard!

♪ Where she could hide
A pint of fancy liquor ♪

♪ She would sneak
Into the dance ♪

Oooh! Oooh!

God! What have you done?

I was just standin'
here doin' nothing

and it dropped and it
hit me right in the arm.

Oh my God!
Sir, I am so sorry.

Feels like a fracture.

Why aren't you helping him?

Hit me right there.

I'm so sorry, sir.

No, it's fine.
I mean, I was just,

I was gonna get an
electric tambourine

and now I might have
to go to the hospital.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

I'm so sorry. Oh my God.

[man] I was working.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, sir!

No, it's fine.

I'll just go to the,
the hospital.

Takin' this sign.

Song contest.

Oh my God!

This is insane!

[Ricky] Ah, you tubey
little meat sluts!

Where the fuck did ya go?!

Taint gobblin'
fuckin' meat whores!

You burn up like
Freddy Krueger's cock! Fuck!

Holy fuck, Ricky!

What happened?!

I was fuckin' cooking sausages
for Moe and his friends,

and I must've
fuckin' passed out.

- Jesus Murphy.
- No, no, no, no.

What the fuck are
they doing here?!

They weren't supposed to be back
here for six fuckin' months!

- Ricky! Ricky! Fuckin' calm down.
- My ears! Shit, man!

This is different guys.

They're not filming you,

these are Channel 10 guys!

They're doing a story
on local musicians,

about my recording studio
and the band I'm startin'.

Well they better
not fuck with me

'cause I'm on
fuckin' vacation.

Ricky, they're not
gonna fuck with you.

Relax.

Sorry about that, fellas.

He's actually not crazy,
believe it or not.

Do you know where Randy is?

I gotta do an emergency
recording session.

Why the fuck would I
know where Randy is?

He's probably down at the pond
finger blasting a male turtle.

Look at this,
songwriting contest.

I can win a hundred
fuckin' bucks!

Oh, no fucking way!

You gonna put
"Liquor And Whores" in?

Well, no Ricky, I told ya
that was like a joke song.

I wanna do serious stuff.

No, man, that's a
fuckin' mistake.

Everybody knows that song,
you can win with it.

I know, but I don't wanna be
just known for that, ya know.

Expand my horizons.

Alright, well, you can
suit myself, I guess,

but that's fuckin' dumb.

Well, that's what
I'm doin', Ricky.

If you get that thing
workin' I'd love a sausage.

Here's the studio here, fellas.

Look at this. It's called
Tabby Road, you know.

And I got the kitties there
instead of The Beatles.

[laughs] Kitty Beatles!

Thought that
was pretty cute.

So, this feels like
a bit of a departure

from what you've
done in the past.

Have you always wanted
to be involved in music?

I've always been into music
since I was a little guy,

you know, music and
playin' the guitar,

and even recording, you know.

So when the shopping
cart business, you know,

when the arse fell out
of that I just thought,

well maybe I can make
some money, you know,

doing more of my hobby,

more of my passion, you know?

So I built this
recording studio

and just thought,
I'll get my music going

and then when I
get my band going,

we'll have a, a place
to record our albums.

But, you know, a fella's
gotta make money,

so, yeah, I mean,

I've been recording
everything from, you know,

like barbershop quartets...

♪ Swimmin' in the pond
That little duck ♪

♪ Where is he going? ♪

♪ What's he going
to do? Yeah ♪

To crazy metal bands
that scare me.

[screaming]

To like, weirdo
spiritual music.

♪ Hi! ♪

Bubbles, can I get a little more
reverb on the gong, please?

Yes, ma'am.

Stuff like that.
Anything. Anything.

And over there,

see that's where I live
in that shed over there.

But when I have a big session,
you know, that's where the,

the people go to record,

I move all the shit
out onto the lawn.

Put the fuckin'
bass amp over here.

You don't need a ride cymbal
in a fuckin' metal band.

Get rid of that.

And do you run this entire
facility all by yourself?

I have help from
one guy that I know.

His name's Randy.

You probably saw him
around the park there.

No shirt on,

great big shit tank on him.

He's my helper.

So he helps me
with the equipment

and running cables and stuff,

and, and I help him on
the weekends, you know,

loading up his fuckin'
food truck with hot dog buns.

And what's this?

This is from Abbey Road,

the real Abbey Road in London.

I took some money,
everything I had actually,

and I,

I booked Abby Road for
seven fuckin' minutes,

officially booked it!

And I was, you know,

I could have went
and recorded there.

I mean, I knew I'd
never get to do it,

I just...

I just thought it would be
kind of neat to be, you know,

entered into the log book
with the greats.

Look at this!

There's a song writing contest,
ya win a hundred bucks.

I'm gonna fuckin' win that
money right now, baby.

Step aside,

hit song comin' up. [laughs]

Okay, that should do it.

Can't waste tape.

Can't waste tape.

"Kitties Are So Nice"
take two.

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Get them down ♪

[reporter] So what about live music?

You had a bit of a hit with
one of your songs already.

Well, no, that was
more like a joke song.

I'm talking about a,

a real hit about something
important, you know,

like kitties, for instance.

You know, everybody on
the planet loves kitties.

Yes.

And, you know, there's no
real songs about kitties,

which to me is unbelievable.

So I think my song,
"Kitties Are So Nice"

it sorta ticks all
the boxes for what a,

a hit song should have.

So, you know,
I guess we'll see.

You know...

Jesus Murphy.

Violet! You should slow down.

You're gonna, you're gonna
rattle your brain loose.

I've done it.

Very excited.

Thank you, Baby Jesus!

Boys!
Check it out!

I got all kinds of fuckin'
people looking to audition

for the Shitrockers!

Jesus fuckin' Christ!

How many times do
I gotta tell ya

not to slam the
goddamn fuckin' door?

Oh, thanks for the

Church Of Latter Day Saints
moment, Julian.

Why you being such a
dicky little bitch?

Because I was cleaning
your fuckin' dishes

and it was pissing me off!

Sorry about that, Bubs.

- It's good news, bud.
- I cooked!

It's fuckin' awesome, buddy.

You're fuckin' right
it's awesome, boys.

Like, I'm gonna
have a real band!

A real band.

There's like ten people
looking to join,

so I'm gonna have to have
auditions and everything.

- Nice.
- Cool.

Think I can have
them in here?

What, here in my trailer?

Well I don't have room
in my shed, Julian.

I'm gonna have to have
a drum kit and amps

and mics and the whole thing.

Bubs, I'd like to but I got
ladies coming over later.

What are ya talking about?

You said we're going
stealing gas later.

I've got ladies coming
over later, all right.

Besides, I don't want
fuckin' drums and amps

and band dicks with
long hair and shit

fuckin' over my trailer.

Sorry, man.

Well, fuck you then.
I guess I'll steal gas myself.

Whatever.

Listen, Bubs, you can fuckin'
do it in my trailer, man.

I think it'd be kind of cool

to have a band that
plays in my trailer.

Really?

See that?

Right there, that's what
friends do, Julian.

Come on, don't be
like that. I'm happy-

Stick that up.

I'm happy you're gonna get
a band going too, okay?

Yeah, obviously
you're so happy.

No, I'm fucking serious, man.

You know what?
I tell you what,

how about I
become your manager?

I'll make you some money.

Yeah, I think I'll
take a big fuckin'

whore of a pass
on that, Julian.

Why?

Because you don't know the
first thing about managin' bands

or gettin' gigs.

That's why.

You gotta know the
fuckin' scene!

You gotta know who's
a mover and a shaker,

what's hot and what's not.

You don't know any of that.

Big Hawk, how's it going?

What's up?

Got anybody playing
there this week?

No. Why?

Yeah, I'm managing
Bubbles' new band.

They good?

Oh fuck, buddy.
They're unbelievable.

Everybody's talkin'
about them around town.

Thursday night?

Thursday night
would be perfect.

All right, see you there, man.

You're playing Veterans Hall
Thursday night.

I take fifty percent
at the door.

You're welcome.

I'm playing Veterans Hall?

Yep.

[whistles]

Okay. Not bad. Not bad.

Are you, uh,

are you willing to lose
the leather jacket?

No? Next!

Next!

What the fuck are you
doing here, Murray?

You don't play the saxophone,
do ya?

Well, you're fuckin'
right I play the sax!

Look at that.

Next!

Okay. Travis Dumbass.

Not Dumbass, Dumas.

Dumas. Okay.
Let's see what you got, Travis.

Not too shabby!

Next!

Um, next, please!

♪ I wear tank tops
With no muscles ♪

♪ Got rings on every knuckle ♪

♪ Wear my sandals
With my socks ♪

♪ I said I'm the worst
Dressed son of a bitch ♪

♪ That this country's
Ever seen ♪

Okay, thank you.

Thank you.
Yeah, I'll be in touch.

Hey, I'm Waylon Peterson,

some people call
me the Peacock,

and I play the lead bass
and I'm vocal performer.

[Bubbles] Okay, let's see
what ya got.

♪ Ooh baby, I love
To look in your eyes ♪

♪ Ooh baby, you're a prize ♪

Lady magnet.

That was fantastic!

That kind of sounded like a,
a kitty at the end.

Could you make that
sound like a kitty?

Yeah.

Not too shabby.

Okay. What's your name?

Donnie Slug-ford-son.

Slugfordson?

Never heard that one before.

I've been a guitarist fffff...

for...

forty years?

Okay, let's hear what ya got.

Decent!

Ha! Okay, fellas.

I thought we'd just warm
up with some, you know,

simple country stuff.

Just a nice country rhythm,
maybe in A, you know,

like truck and feel.

Okay, here we go.

A one, two, three, four.

Hey, Bubs, I think we're gonna
have to change the name.

It's kind of fucked.

What? What are
ya talkin' about?

Well the Shitrockers part,

it sounds like we're shitty,
like shitty at rocking.

Like we're a shitty band
covered in shit.

Okay, that's not at all
what Shitrockers means,

but that's not even
what I'm talkin' about.

What do you mean 'we'?

We. The band.

You're not in the band.

What are you talkin' about?
Yes I am.

You're not in the
Shitrockers, Ricky.

You're playing in my trailer

so obviously I'm in
the fuckin' band.

Think about it.

That's not how
this works, Ricky!

It doesn't matter
it's your trailer.

You don't even fuckin'
play anything!

I can play all kinds of shit.

Like what?!

[Ricky] Oh, I can play
the fuckin' pot.

I could be like Percushnin
or whatever it's called.

Ricky.

No, just no! Ricky!

I don't need a fuckin'
pot player in the band.

Why not?

How many country
bands have you seen

where somebody's banging
on a fuckin' old pot?

I, I remember at
least a couple.

None! There's none. Ricky.

Look, this is a song I wrote.

It's in A, okay?

And it just goes
up to the E,

but it's like country,
country feel.

It goes like this.

A 1, 2, 3, 4, 1.

No, on the D.

The D there without
the middle finger.

Bubs, this sounds
complicated and fucked, okay?

Here's one I wrote,

and it starts in whatever
fuckin' letter you want,

it's called
'Looly Looly Chicken'.

Ready?

♪ Looly looly looly chicken! ♪

♪ His little feet
Is made of gold ♪

No!

♪ He walks around-- ♪

No! No fuckin' no!

Stop playin'!

Ricky, gimme the fuckin' pot.

Let go of the pot!
Don't grab my pot!

- Ricky!
- Don't grab me in my kitchen!

Put the fuckin' pot down!

Don't fuckin' grab
me and fuck off!

Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey!

What the fuck's
going on in here?

Ask him!
Jesus Christ. Fuck!

I'm trying to
have my auditions

and he's in here
banging a pot

'cause he thinks
he's in the band!

I am in the goddamn
fuckin' band!

You're not!

Ricky, what the fuck
you talkin' about?

You're not in the band.

It's in my trailer,
think about it.

I have to be!

Listen to him!

Alright, I'm the manager,
you're fired.

Why?

Because I said so,
that's why.

You're fuckin' firing me?

Ricky, you don't have
time for this shit anyway.

Come on, let's go!

You're a fuckin' asshole,

and you're a bigger
fuckin' asshole.

You know what? I
didn't wanna be in this

stupid goddamn
fuckin' band anyway!

- Good! Good!
- It's shitty.

- Smells like shit in here.
- It's not shitty.

- It sounds good, Bubs.
- Bro smells like shit.

- It doesn't.
- All the music's just,

it's all covered in shit, Bubs!

Sorry about that, fellas.

This is, let's just do
the country music, please.

None of that funky stuff.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1.

Okay, we're gonna
have to work on it.

We're gonna have
to work on it.

So, how did it go?

It looks like you made
some tough decisions?

Well, not really.

I mean, most of the people
that showed up today

were completely fucked, so these
are the guys I'm left with.

I mean not 'left with',

I mean, it's who I
would've picked anyway,

probably, I mean,

unless somebody way
better hada showed up.

You know?

Not that there is anybody,
you know, better,

but there could be.

There probably is
somewhere in the world.

There's always somebody
better than you, right?

You're not probably the best
interviewer on the planet.

I mean, not that you're shit,

you're doing quite well,

but that's what
I'm trying to say.

Yes, that's the band,
and I couldn't be happier.

And, um, how are you guys
feeling about being Shit...

rockers?

- Good.
- Good?

- Yeah, good.
- Good?

[reporter] So, what is your
first order of business

going to be as a band?

Well, I mean, now that the
Shitrockers are official,

I can probably start
gettin' these babies out!

You know?

I don't know if "Thumbin' And
Drinkin's" gonna be first

or maybe "Fur Biscuits."

Actually, no,
"Kitties Are So Nice"

is on Longhauler so that'll
probably be the first record,

double record.

[reporter] Sorry, I'm confused.

You already had a band
called The Shitrockers?

I thought this was new?

Oh no, I made these
album covers years ago.

Just hoping that, you know,
some day I would have a band

where we could make the actual
records that go in there.

You know, all the song
titles are on there too,

look at that.

Now, I just have to write them!
[chuckles]

[woman] Hi, can I help you?

Yeah, I'd like to drop this off

for the singer
songwriter contest.

Got the winnin'
song right here.

I'm sorry, sir,

but the submission
deadline ended at noon.

What?!

Oh my fuck!
I didn't see that!

Oh my God, could you
just take it anyway?

I worked so hard on it!

I'm sorry, I don't
make the rules.

I could get in trouble.

Oh my fuck!
I can't believe this!

How in the fuck is anybody
supposed to read that?!

It's written like that big!

Jennifer, baby,
where's that package at?!

What's going on?
Can I help you, sir?

- Oh my God, you're-
- Richie fuckin' Spinz!

Yes! How you doin', man?

Is everything okay?

Well, I, uh, I, I was just...

[Jennifer] He came to drop off
a song for the contest,

but I told him he
missed the deadline.

Yeah, I just...

I didn't read the fine print.

No fuckin' shit, Sherlock.

Is everything
okay down there?

Yeah, I just, you know, if I...
when I meet a huge celebrity

sometimes I, I gotta use it.

Well, that I am.

Understandable.

Is this the song?

Yes, that's it right there.

Recorded, mixed, and mastered
by me at my own studio.

[Richie] " Kitties Are So Nice! "
Yes!

And on cassette!

I haven't seen one of
these bad boys in a long time.

I tell you what,

you drove all the
way down here,

Richie Spinz is gonna
make an exception

at reception!

[Bubbles] Really?!

Oh my God,
that would be amazing!

I'm telling you right now,
that's a hit song!

You just give it a listen.

Namaste, motherfucker!

Listen, Jennifer,

no fuckin' foolin',
Daddy needs his meds!

Richie Spinz!

Oh my God!
Where's your bathroom?

I gotta use it.

Oh, it's just
around the corner.

Richie Spinz hugged me!

Oh my God!

That was unbelievable!

Did you guys see that?

Richie Spinz my
new best friend!

That was unbelievable!

I mean, I did
miss the deadline.

I missed it fair and square.

I didn't see it written
in the small print.

But to have Richie Spinz
himself bend the fuckin' rules

to get me in the comp--

I can't believe
that just happened!

Richie Spinz, I'm
gonna piss my pants.

103.5, Richie Spinz
with the Afternoon Goons,

we're back!

Okay, hotshots!

You're not gonna believe
what just happened

to Señor Spinz in the lobby.

I'm coming through there

and there's this guy wearing
the thickest glasses

you've ever seen
in your whole life.

A total Poindexter, man.

Loserville, population,
this guy!

I mean, you could count rocks
on the moon with these bad boys!

He had an underbite
you can open a Corona on.

This guy's so nervous

he's pulling on his
pants like a 3-year-old,

and I'm coming
through the lobby,

he's having a complete
meltdown with Jennifer

at the desk.

All because he's
late bringing a song in

for the song contest.

A song on cassette.

Cassette?

Okay, get it on.

I need to hear this.

Here we go with,

"Kitties Are So Nice" by...

Bubbles.

You like it, Richie?

Oh, what did the sheep
say about Bubbles' song?

It's baaaad.

Boom goes the dynamite!

You're a mean fellow, Richie.

Fuck you, Richie Spinz!

Cocksucker!

Arsehole!

Fuck Richie Spinz!

That coked up fuck
actually said that?

Live on air?

Yes, he did.

Cocksucker!

What else did he say?

I don't know.

I don't even wanna
talk about it.

He fuckin' went off, man.

He was talkin' about his jaw
and how fucked he looked,

and that he was twiggling his
nuts the whole fuckin' time,

and he may have ejasculated
in his pants even.

- What?!
- He's fucked!

I didn't even hear that part!

Well, he said it. I was in line
at the liquor store,

the whole fuckin' store was
laughin' their heads off.

Oh my God.

I told you, man, you should've
gave him "Liquor And Whores."

I mean, the kitty
song's all right,

- but it's, it's kind of fucked.
- Ricky.

It's not fucked, Ricky!

Richie Spinz can go pound sand
up the eye of his shrivelled up

fuckin' cock is what
Richie Spinz can do!

He wouldn't know a good song if
it crawled up his Hawaiian shirt

and fuckin' shit
in his mouth.

I never liked that weird bitch
even when he was popular.

- Bubs? Bud!
- Bub's you okay?

Did you swallow
some of those pins?

I think I might've!

[Bubbles] Holy fuck!

So what is Shitrocking exactly?

What style of music would
you consider it to be?

Well, Shitrocking,

that's a word my dad used a
lot when I was a little guy,

and I wouldn't say it's
like a style of music

as much as like an
attitude, you know?

Like, my dad he'd get
fuckin' right out of her

and he'd go down to
the veterans halls

and it wouldn't matter who
was on stage, you know,

as long as they
were really into it

and just fuckin' givin' her,
he would say,

"All these guys are
shitrockin' tonight!"

Or if he was in the big rig,
you know, drunk or whatever,

he'd always say he could never
fall asleep at the wheel,

as long as there was
good shitrockin' rockin'.

And what is your earliest
memory of him using that term,

Shitrocking?

[Bubbles] Um, probably,

probably referring
to Buddy Hawley.

He loved everything
Buddy Hawley ever did,

you know.

He'd always say "Nobody can
shitrock like Buddy, you know?"

And then when they'd get
on the liquor together,

apparently that was
something--

[reporter] Wait, wait. I
don't want to interrupt,

but your dad
knew Buddy Holly?

Yeah. He, he knew him
quite well apparently.

I mean, I never met him

'cause he was long dead
by the time I was born.

But, yeah, my dad spent
a lot of time with him.

They hung out and,

and they used to
'get up to no good'

as the legend goes,
you know.

My dad gave me one of his
guitars when I was a little guy.

You're kidding me?

You own a guitar that
belonged to Buddy Holly?

That's just incredible.

[Bubbles]
Yeah, I have it
right here.

Look at that.

Uh, I don't remember Buddy
ever playing a guitar like that

in any of the
pictures I've seen.

Oh no, that's Buddy's guitar.

Look, he scratched his
name in it right there.

[reporter] Oh, okay.

I thought you were talking
about Buddy Holly from Texas,

one of the pioneers
of rock and roll?

[Bubbles] Oh, Jesus Murphy!

No, not Buddy Holly!

H-O-L-L-Y.
Oh my fuck. No. No.

If I had one of his
guitars I woulda,

I woulda sold it and
I'd be fuckin' rich!

No, this guy,
Buddy Hawley,

he's an old drunk,

lived down the end
of the park there.

He used to eat raw scallops
out of his shirt pocket

and he had pet rats that
slept in the bed with him.

[reporter] Oh, okay.

And what ever became of him?

Oh, he, he died in prison

after he got convicted of
revenge bangin' a priest.

[reporter] Wow.

Yep.

[Ricky] Holy fuck, boys!

It's been a while since
I drove on mushrooms.

I don't know how
safe it is driving-

[Bubbles] Look at the size
of her, boys!

This is the big time.

I'm getting so fucked
up tonight, Bubs,

you're driving home, buddy.

Ricky, don't get too fucked up

so that you ruin
the goddamn show.

[Ricky]
This is gonna be a
fuckin' shaker, man!

Holy fuck, Bubs!

There it is,
Bubbles and The Shitrockers!

No, it says Shitrackers.

What the fuck?

They must not have
any O's, Bubs.

Smack my nob, is this real?

Look at it,
I can't believe it!

I can't believe it!

Bubs, no, no, no, no.
Come on.

That's not worth fuckin'
cryin' over, all right?

Yeah man, people still know

that it's supposed
to be Shitrockers.

There's no such thing as a
shitracker anyway, is there?

What the fuck would that be?

Someone goes around collecting
shit and puts it on a, a rack?

That's not what I'm
crying about, boys.

I don't care
about the letters.

Always dreamed of
havin' my name in lights

and headlining this place.

And now it's happenin'!

I'm sorry, buddy.

It's pretty fuckin'
awesome, man.

The least they coulda done is
hose the shit off the sign tho.

What the fuck?

I don't think it's shit, Ricky.
It's probably just mud.

Looks like shit.

Oh yeah, that's shit.
That's human shit.

Ricky, why would you do that?

I didn't shit on it!

No, but why would you
put your hand in it, man?

Good luck tonight, Bubs.

You're gonna be fuckin' great.

Ricky, that's his stage
fucking clothes, man.

- Come on!
- I'm just wishin' him luck!

- You wiped it on me!
- I don't think I did.

Right before the gig!

It's okay. You can't smell it.
It's fine. It's dusty.

Well, it looks
like a cloth to me.

- It wasn't wet, Bubs.
- Oh, you can smell it.

♪ We were out walkin',
Just takin' in the day ♪

♪ When I got gawkin'
At a lady's boob bouquet ♪

♪ And my gal got twisted,
I said, "Baby think it through" ♪

Go dance.

♪ "I'm just focusing and
I only got eyes for you" ♪

Yeah!

Woo-hoo!

Lookin' good, Bubs!

Oh yeah!

Frig off!

Ricky, fuckin' sit down!

Want a drink, buddy?

No, I'm okay.

Woo!

♪ Only got eyes for you ♪

♪ Baby, you know it's true ♪

♪ My irises desireses
You in my field of view ♪

Oh fuck!

♪ I know it makes you blue ♪

♪ But don't you fret 'cause
I only got eyes for you ♪

Yeah!

Woo!

♪ But don't you fret 'cause
I only got eyes for you ♪

Sorry, ladies!

[women] We're good!

♪ Don't you fret 'cause
I only got eyes for you ♪

Yeah! Alright.

Let's get high!

Okay. Let's go get high.

Only Got Eyes For You.

[man] How ya doing, buddy?

How did you feel
it went tonight?

Well, I think it
went pretty good.

You know, I mean,

it wasn't packed
as you know but...

Hey, way to go out
there tonight fellas,

you really knocked them dead!

Yeah, I thought we did, right?

I would say so!

Fourteen people,
not a single fight.

You can't get much
better than that!

Yeah, I mean, I never really
thought of it like that.

No fights!

So the big question is,

would you boys be interested
in playing some of the other

veteran halls, uh,
in the province?

Same deal?

Yeah, we sure would.
Wouldn't we, fellas?

Yeah!

Are you talking like...

The circuit? Yes I am.

Well, you got yourself
a deal, Big Hawk.

Ah, yes sir!

Woohoohoo!

- Yes sir.
- All right!

The circuit!
Holy fuck, boys!

Can you believe
that just happened?

What just happened?

The Shitrockers are
going on tour, baby!

- Woohoo!
- Yeah!

Woo.

[Bubbles] Okay boys, let's get
this baby loaded up.

I got 'er all gridded out
in my head like Tetris.

This guitar right here is
going up on top of the top rack

with the hamburger buns.

Okay, that's going up there.
Gimme the bass drum.

Go right under
the grease trap.

Alright, gimme that baby.

Hey guys, how's it goin'?

Hey, Randy, just gettin'
the old girl loaded up.

It's very exciting.

You know what time
we're hittin' the road?

What? What do you mean?

Well, I'm just wondering if you
know what time we're leaving,

I need to plan my
bowel movements.

Randy, when I asked you to
borrow it for a tour bus, I...

I didn't mean you were comin'
with the fuckin' thing.

I'm borrowin' it.

Well, it's my business.

I can't just shut it
down for two weeks,

I need to make money too.

Oh my God.
Well this is a big fuckup!

Well, what's the big deal?

You can still use
it as a tour bus.

It's just, I need to sell
burgers in the parking lot

at every show.

If I can't do that, I'm out.

Alright, here's the new deal.

If you're coming with us,
you can sell burgers,

but only before and after
the shows, not durin',

and you gotta sell the
merch outta there,

and you gotta be a lugger.

What's a lugger?

You gotta lug the
gear into the shows.

Help set it up.

And actually, you can
do all the stage stuff

and tune the guitars.
I'll show you how.

Like a roadie?

Well no, roadies actually know
what the fuck they're doin',

but, okay, if you
wanna be a roadie,

we'll call you Randy Roadie.

Alright, deal, Bubs!

Alright, well, start grabbin'
fuckin' gear and loadin' it.

Hey, man.

Okay, boys, you guys,
I gotta get the cat tree on

and all the litter boxes.

Litter boxes?

Yeah.

[Randy] Woo! This is friggen
awesome, Bubbles!

Two weeks on tour!

Yes, sir.

Bubbles And The Shitrockers!

- Yes.
- Woo!

Shouldn't we be
having some drinks

or talkin' about, you know,

drugs or somethin'?

♪ I had some toast and
Some eggs to get me in ♪

Bing Clawsby's on the
dash and I'm driving.

[Bubbles] Well that's, that's
where he goes, Randy.

They're free range
kitties, Randy.

They'll go where
they're goin'.

Some of my kitties are
special needs kitties,

so I couldn't really leave them
back at the park on their own,

you know?

Bing Clawsby here,
he's got mental problems

so, you know, he needs belly
work every couple hours

or he gets really,
really nutty.

And Furton Cummings
he gets the shits

if he eats anything
after four, you know.

And then Cat Benatar,

she's a biter if you leave
her alone so, you know.

He's an arm dangler,
which is a,

this is a rare kitty.

You know, most kitties
won't dangle on your arm

and look out the windshield.

But he just likes to do that,

I think 'cause
he's not all there.

♪ Soon may the kitty-man come ♪

♪ With birds and mice
And some tasty nums ♪

♪ One day when
The critters come ♪

♪ We'll eat 'til our
Bellies are full ♪

This is gonna be the best
two weeks of our lives, boys!

Jesus Murphy!
Is he gonna be okay?!

It looks like some kind of
severe allergic reaction.

Um, do you know if he was
exposed to any kind of nuts?

Or, or cats maybe?

No, I have no idea.

- Oh!
- Oh shit!

He's going in anaphylactic
shock, we gotta move!

What? What the fuck is that?

Shock?

Oh my fuck!

He might've had nuts.
I might've been nuts.

No, it was the cats!

Shut the fuck up, Randy.

Jesus! I know it was the cats!

[siren blaring]

Anaphylactic shock?

I feel horrible.

I had no idea Travis was
allergic to kitties.

I wouldn't have
put him in there.

Hey, he had no idea either, huh?

I've... known... Travis.

For a really long time, Slug?

Right. And. I-

You didn't know he
was allergic either?

Right.

This is unbelievable!

Unbelievable.

First show of the tour

and we're probably
gonna have to cancel.

I don't know what
else we can do.

No, no, no. I could
probably handle the drums.

What? And not play the bass?

No, I think I can do both.

Both?

Hmm. Yeah.

♪ My new shed she's
Got indoor plumbing ♪

♪ And hear that sound
That's my heat pump hummin' ♪

What the frig?

♪ Got ninety six kitties
But we're not slummin' ♪

♪ So listen up, buddy
Imma tell you something ♪

♪ Livin' in my shed
Is my wish ♪

Hey boys, brand new day!

Randy, here,
take that fella.

Keep all the drum
stuff together.

Cymbally goes with the stand.

That's-that's enough, isn't it?

Not carryin' that
fuckin' thing all over.

Band leader.

♪ ...where my double
Decker bunk beds live ♪

♪ Kitties, liquor, and dope ♪

[Bubbles]
Where am I gonna
put the shirts though?

That's where we
gotta figure out.

Maybe here and here?

I was gonna sell some of those

after I sell all the burgers, right?

We can do a combo,
but I get the money

and you give away
the burgers maybe.

♪ Well, some people live
In big fancy houses ♪

How's everybody doin'?

We're Bubbles And
The Shitrockers.

We're gonna get
right into it here.

We're gonna rock
it up tonight.

This is a song called,

"Home Is Where Your Shed Is."

Here we go, boys!

♪ Fucking pounded ♪

♪ Livin' in my shed
Is my wish ♪

♪ Two hundred forty six
Channel satellite dish ♪

Let's do a cheer for Travis
welcoming him back.

Travis!

- Welcome back, Travis.
- Welcome back, Travis.

Ah!

Hit it right there, Travis.

Woo!

Nice shot.

♪ Kitties, liquor, and dope ♪

♪ Home is where
Your shed is ♪

Chug, chug. chug, chug!

Fine! Fine! Fuck off!

Wooooo!

Yeah! Woooo God!

♪ Livin' in my shed
Is my wish ♪

You want two burgers?

Alright, that's
gonna be ten bucks.

Do you want a T-shirt?

You'd look good in one of
those T-shirts right there.

Bubbles And The Shitrockers.

♪ So do me a favor ♪

Geezus! We've
gotta scoop this.

Like, don't you see
the turds in it?

Hey, should we not be using
that litter box ourselves?

Or is that just for the cats?

You didn't shit in the
litter box did ya, Dwight?

I don't know if I did
or, um, I dreamt it,

but it's a pretty
clear picture.

I-I might have.

♪ Is where your shed is ♪

♪ Kitties, liquor, and dope ♪

♪ Home is where
your shed is ♪

Off you go!

♪ Kitties, liquor, and dope ♪

♪ Home is where
Your shed is ♪

Tour's pretty
incredible really.

I mean, a lot more gruelling
than I thought it would be,

you know, twelve fuckin'
gigs in fourteen days.

That sounds like a dream

but she's a lot fuckin'
harder than you think

when you start
factoring, you know,

just eatin' greasy
cheeseburgers,

drinkin' your face off,

after parties,

sweaty baloney sandwiches,

not sleepin',

just gettin'
right out of her.

I mean, you know, it's,

it's sad it's
comin' to an end.

It's-it's been like
a dream come true.

But that's sort of life
in a band, I guess.

Oh, hang on, fellas.

Sorry.

Sorry about that, I'll turn-

Oh, this is Julian!

It's Julian! Hey Julian!

What's going on?

Hey Bubs, what are
you doing, man?

I'm still up drinkin'.

We've been up all night.

I'm doing an interview
with the camera fellas.

Oh yeah, they still
being dicks or what?

You're on speakerphone,
they can hear ya.

I don't give a fuck.

Listen, man, I just
booked you a show

that I think you're gonna be
pretty fuckin' excited about.

A show?

I thought last night
was the last one.

It is but this is a gig at the
fuckin' penitentiary, man.

What? The penitentiary?

Yes, this is big time.
Guaranteed crowd.

A hundred fuckin'
people, man, at least!

We can make some serious
fuckin' cash here, man.

How are we gonna make cash
at a penitentiary show, Julian?

Don't worry about it.

I got some kind of a deal going
with the guards, all right.

I thought you'd be way more
excited about this, man.

No, I am!

I'm playing at
the penitentiary!

Did you hear that?

Max security.

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ Get them down ♪

♪ Spin them round ♪

♪ Tickle their bellies
Not once but twice! ♪

♪ Kitties! ♪

Fuck you!

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

Thank you!

Play something good,
for fuck sakes!

That was
"Kitties Are So Nice".

We're Bubbles And
The Shitrockers

from the
Sunnyvale Trailer Park.

We're gonna do
another song here.

This song's also about cats.

Fuck cats!

Cats can suck my
fucking dick!

Play some fucking
metal or something!

I don't think there's
enough songs about cats.

You better play something
these guys gonna like

and you better make it fast!

It's gonna get
ugly back here!

Get him off of there!

I was just jokin' about
the whole cat thing, fellas.

Is there anybody in here
tonight that likes liquor?

I said, is there anybody in
here tonight that likes liquor?

Yeah. Okay. And how 'bout,

how about ladies
of the evening?!

This is a song
right here called,

♪ Liquor and whores ♪

♪ Liquor and whores ♪

♪ Cigrits and dope and
Mustard and bologna ♪

♪ Liquor and whores ♪

Holy fuck!

Jesus Murphy!

Ahhh!

So, how do you feel the show
went in the penistentiary?

Well, I think it was awesome.

I mean, I don't think
it's what we were expectin'.

You know, normally when
you're going into a show

you're not thinking,

"You know, I could very
realistically be murdered

by the audience tonight if
I don't play what they want."

That's not a common
concern I don't believe.

Yeah and under
normal circumstances

you don't have an
audience member yelling,

"I'm gonna turn your fucking
ass into hamburger!"

And going like that and shit.

Apparently, one of the guards
he took like a clip of us

playin' during the riot

and he put it up on
the TikTok machine

and it's got like a million
views or two million views,

something like that,
which apparently is a lot.

- Yeah.
- So who knows?

I mean, that stuff
will just keep...

Bubbles, what's going on?

Oh, I was doing
an interview

with the music
fellas here, Randy,

but you fucked that up,
I guess.

Oh, sorry, Bubbles.

But I got a call on the
supervisor's phone.

I think you're really
gonna want hear it.

What?

Hey mate, not sure if I
have the right number

but I saw a clip of
Bubbles And The Shitrockers

playing at a prison

and he mentioned the
Sunnyvale Trailer Park.

If I got the right place
and anyone there knows

how to get a hold
of this Bubbles,

I'm a promoter in England.

I'm putting together a
little run through of Europe

with Billy Bob Thornton's band,

The Boxmasters,

and I'm looking
for an opening act.

He can hit me back
on this number.

Cheerio!

Holy fuck, boys!

We gotta up our game!

We're going to Europe!

Billy Bob Thornton!

- Holy fuck!
- Holy fuck!

Okay boys,

here's all the cities
I'm gonna be in.

I made an extra itinerary
that you guys can keep.

Keep track of me.

Awesome man,

just make sure you keep
track of the door seats

like I showed you, okay?

Motherfuckers will try to rip
you off over there, all right.

We'll settle up
when you get back.

Man, this is a lot of cities.
This is pretty fuckin' cool!

I know, Ricky!
That's what I'm,

this is like a
real fucking tour!

It's like I'm in the
Rolling Stones or something.

Well not really, people
know who they are, right?

But I know what you're
saying. Totally.

Hey gang!

What time we leaving,
Bubbles?

We're leaving right now, Randy.
The taxi's here.

We gotta be at the airport,
thirty minutes,

Shitrockers meetin' us
there with the gear.

Let's go.

This is so friggen awesome!

Not with you going,
you fuckin' stinky shit eating

water buffalo.

I'm actually glad
I'm not goin'.

Frig off, Ricky.

Alright buddy, you keep
your head up, all right?

- All right, Julian.
- Don't talk to strangers,

look both ways before
you cross the street.

Shit's opposite over
there, remember?

- Right.
- Oh, here.

And watch out for the fuckin'
bikes, man, in Amsterdam.

- They're fucked!
- Got this for ya.

Keep this on ya at all
times just in case and-

Flashlight? Alright.

Here, I got you these.

Yeah!

Just in case you get
some shit going, man.

There you go, rock star.

Those European strippers,

they're fucking wild, man.

You lucky bastard.

Yeah, okay, I suppose
I should take them.

I am in a band,
and bands do that.

Alright.

Alright, you sure you
wanna do this, man?

I wanna do it, Julian.

I mean, I lived
my whole life here

and when you think about it,

this isn't that
much different

than what the old
man used to do.

Going town to town,
eatin' at truck stops,

stickin' to a tight schedule.

I'm kinda doin' what he did.

Well he'd be proud of ya, man.

Yeah, man.

I've been dreamin'
about this day, boys.

I mean, when you think about
it being in a band it's,

it's really like
havin' a family.

Alright man, bring it in.

We love you,
you big fucker, okay.

Alright.

There's nothing to
worry about Julian,

he's a grown fuckin' man.

And terrorist attacks are
way down these days anyway.

Terrorist attacks?!

Oh my fuck, I never
even thought of that!

No, that's what I'm saying,
there's nothing to worry about.

I mean, stab wounds
are apparently

becoming a lot
more common and

pretty much happen
on a daily basis,

people gettin' their
heads cut off and stuff.

- Ricky!
- What?!

But bombs, all that shit?

Way, way down according
to the news so that's good.

Bombings?!

Oh my fuck!

IS IS and IRS,

when was the last time you
heard of them bombing anything?

- It's been a long fuckin' time!
- Alright, that's-

That's enough!
Don't listen to him.

Let's go, Randy,
before I have a fuckin' fit!

I mean, there is a sniper
on the loose right now,

but I don't think it's not
gonna be where you're going.

A sniper?!

- Ricky!
- You'll be fine!

What the fuck's
wrong with you?

I just want him to be
ready for anything.

What the fuck? You're
scaring the fuck out of him.

Bye guys!

You fuckin' look
after him, Randy!

I'll try not to get my
fuckin' head cut off!

Or picked off by a sniper!

You'll be fine, Bubs.

You should be fine, buddy!

Just call us when
you get there.

I'll cross my fingers for ya.

Love you!

I worry about Bubbles a lot.

I-I know he's a,
a grown adult

and he can take care of
himself and everything,

but he's, you know,
he's naive sometimes.

You know, he's-he's
got such a-a big heart.

He's such a genuine
dude that, you know,

people can take
advantage of him

and he doesn't even realize
they're doing it to him.

You know, there's a lot
of fuckin' assholes

in the world out there.

But he's gonna do
what he's gonna do,

so what can you do?

Here she is, boys.

Holy fuck!

Holy fuck.

This is amazing, fellas.

I can't believe
we're actually here.

You can't, dude,
you've been to Maine,

I haven't even
left Nova Scotia!

Boys, I've travelled everywhere.

Stick with me and I'll
show you how it's done.

Look it now, oh my fuck!

- What?
- Oh my God!

I think I left the itinerary
thing on the airplane!

- Frig sakes.
- Oh my God!

Are you kidding me?

Cock sucker!

Oh my God! Okay.

Nobody panic!
Nobody panic!

We can deal with this.

Hi there, sir,
could you help me?

I think I left all of our
information on the airplane.

We're from Canada.

We're trying to get to, uh,

I think it was called Loo Va
or somethin' or other.

Maybe Lee Va.

Va terminale?

Va? Like downtown Prague.

Ano, ano.

He knows, boys!
He knows!

Terminale Autobus.

- That bus right there?
- Yeah, yeah.

Boys, we're gettin'
on the autobus.

Let's go.

This is it, the first
gig of the tour.

This is exciting.
Are you excited, Randy?

Yeah! Woo! Pra-gue! Wahoo!

Boys, I swear to fuck
we've been by here already.

Have we not seen
that building?

I think we've only
made like four lefts.

Okay, we're on a
loop-de-loop going left.

That's the airport!

And now we're
takin' a fuckin' left.

This guy's fucked.

First show on the goddamn
tour, and we're late as fuck!

Jesus Christ, don't let
it get away on ya, Randy!

What the fuck, boys,

cuttin' it a little
fuckin' close, aren't ya?

Hey, Bubbles, remember me?

Tom Mayhue.

I'm running Billy Bob's shit
for the next couple of weeks.

- Yeah you're--
- Hey, you fucked up!

Don't make a habit of it!

You guys are on!

- Okay, I'm--
- Step it up!

Yeah, I'm sorry.
It wasn't our fault.

Just so you know.

Come on, Bubbles.
You can do this.

Okay boys, this is a
big fuckin' night now.

Big night.
We're in Europe.

Bring it in here.
Bring it in. Okay.

This is, I mean, we started
in Sunnyvale Trailer Park

and look where we are.

Boys, we're makin' it.
We're makin' it here.

This means a lot to me
and a lot to my dad.

Okay, so let's do this.

What are we
gonna do tonight?

Shitrock!

Let's do it!

♪ And his last name is Beam! ♪

♪ And I ain't into
Getting jacked, unless ♪

♪ Daniels is what you mean! ♪

♪ Boom! And this here treadmill
Felt like it would kill me ♪

♪ Lord, it just ain't my scene ♪

♪ Yeah, there's only one
Gym that I like to hit ♪

♪ And his last name is Beam ♪

♪ Yeah, there's only one
Gym that I like to hit ♪

♪ And his last name is Beam ♪

♪ Yeah, there's only one
Gym that I like to hit ♪

♪ And his last name is Beam ♪

Randy, when you
change guitar strings

you can't just put
any string on any-

Hey guys!

I'm Danny with
the Boxmasters.

Hey!

- What a fucking great show!
- Oh, thank you.

Wanna come up
and see Billy?

Yeah, I'd love to.

You've met, have you
met Billy before?

Yeah, me and Ricky and
Julian shot a thing with him

years ago called
Micro Ninjas. Yeah.

Come on.

Randy, come on up.

I'm not sure if he'll
remember me or not.

I hope so.

Yeah, these guys are with me.

Hey, I like your beard.

[Billy Bob] If you don't let
go of that cobra,

I swear on Christ Almighty's
fuckin' nutsack,

that that bag of magic apples
is going in the mulcher.

Right? And I said,
do you understand me?

- Hey, Billy.
- What?

I got Bubbles here.

I'm in the middle of a
fuckin' story, dude.

Alright. Sorry, man.

And I says to him,

do ya understand me?

Well the cat
freezes for a second

and I hit 'em right
in the fuckin' face.

I can tell when somebody gets
shit and when they don't.

Speakin' of people
who don't get shit.

Anyway, sorry, Bubbles.

Hey, how you doin'?

Hey, nice job, man.

You guys were
awesome tonight.

- Oh, thank you.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Thank you. I mean, thanks
for bringin' us out on tour.

This is unbelievable.

We're very fuckin'
excited to be here.

Are you kiddin' me?

I mean, anybody that
causes a prison riot

singing about
whores and cats,

that's my fuckin' guy.

We did it.

We did that.

Mr. Thornton, it's a
pleasure to meet you!

You know this guy?

Oh yeah, he's with me.
That's, that's my roadie.

Randy.
Randy Roadie.

- Interesting.
- [Bubbles]
Yeah.

What's ya drinkin', bud?

Oh, I shouldn't be
drinking right now,

I'm on antibiotics.

I was sewin' and I sucked
some pins down my throat.

Now I got a,

a perforated rectum.

A perforated rectum? Wow.

Did you girls ever hear
of a perforated rectum?

I have.

Yeah. This is
Bubbles by the way.

Say hi to Bubbles.

- Hi.
- Hi. How you doin'?

Well that's too bad
'cause the promoter guy's

got a little thing set up
for us at a club tonight

and I was hoping
you'd go with us.

Well, just 'cause
I'm not drinking

doesn't mean I
can't go to a party.

I'm in! We can go.

Yeah. Cool.

Well it'd be good
to have you there.

And lemme tell you something,

the Czechs are
fuckin' freaky,

I'm telling ya.

They're gonna love
your ass, Tubby.

Oh,
Jesus fuckin' Christ.

There's a bit of a
stink comin' off him,

but I'll get rid of that
before we go to the party.

Nice job. Yeah.

He may wanna wear
a shirt, dude.

Oh, he can't wear shirts.

He's allergic to fabric
from the waist up,

it's the weirdest thing.

Pants, no problem.

Shirts, rash.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Two things I never heard of in
one, like, two fuckin' minutes.

Right?

♪ I don't want nobody ♪

♪ Don't need nobody ♪

♪ I want you ♪

♪ Don't want nobody ♪

♪ Don't need nobody ♪

♪ I want you ♪

You guys have been awesome.
Thank you so much.

You boys ready
for this tonight?

- It's gonna be outta control.
- It's gonna be awesome!

Don't fuck it up.

Boxmasters up here on
the left, Shitrockers-

It's a pleasure, mate.

I love you, bud. Oh thanks.

It's so good to
see you again.

I love you too.
You guys ready to go?

- Yeah, I'm ready!
- Yes.

- Well-
- Where you going?

We're going to a wine
and cheese party.

I don't really like
wine and cheese.

Um, and what's the hook?

Well, full disclosure.

Remember when
we were in L.A.

with the suitcase
full of ping pong balls

and the face shield things?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, probably
at the Wright House?

Or Marquee, one of those.

Yeah, I remember.

It's that kind of deal.

The wine and cheese is just
for finger painting and shit.

- You know what I mean?
- Okay. Further info.

- I'm telling ya
- Oh my God.

It's a Czech sex party.

What do you say?

Well, okay,
let's check it out.

Let's check it out.
All right.

Oh, let me introduce
you to this kid.

He's a sweet kid.

- Bubbles?
- Hey Bubbles.

- Ronnie Wood.
- Nice young man.

Ronnie Wood.
Rolling Stones.

Yeah, that's right.
That's right, Bubbles.

He's a sweet kid.

- Hi, guys!
- I'm really honored.

It's an honor, sir.

Good to meet you, sir.

Nice to meet you, man.

Yeah, you've got
your strap on.

- No, it's real.
- He sure does.

Alright, let's go guys.

I think I'm just gonna stay.
I'm really tired.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

We're fucking going.
It's fucking Ronnie Wood.

No, boys, I just
got really tired.

I think I'm just gonna--

Bubbles, we're fucking going.
Are you fucking mental?

- I'm just gonna-
- Bubs, I gotta go.

Come on, Bubs. Let's go!

We've never been to
a European sex party!

There's wine and cheese, Bubs!

Randy, let's just
go to the hotel.

I'm tired.

Oh my fuck. Oh my God.

[reporter] So what happened
there tonight?

You had a bit
of an accident?

Yeah, I pissed myself.
I pissed my pants.

And I'm sure you saw
it with the cameras

and everybody had a laugh,

and I'd appreciate it if it
didn't go in your documentary.

Oh, it won't be in
the documentary.

You know what?

I don't even give
a fuck actually

'cause it's just somethin'
that happens to me

now that I'm getting
a little bit older.

If I get too excited
I either hyperventilate

or I piss myself.

And it depends on the
level of excitement

but obviously tonight
it went to that level

with one of the Rolling Stones
standin' in front of me.

But I feel that
there is more to it.

Yeah, there actually
is more to it,

you know that?

'Cause I always thought
a band meant that,

you know, you stick
together no matter what.

That's what a band is to me.

Ricky and Julian never woulda
left me on my own there

to go to a
Czechoslovakian sex club.

But those guys did.

They dropped me like
a fuckin' hot potato.

Like a hot, pissy potato.

[bell ringing]

[Dwight] I know, I know. Yeah.

Oh, careful, careful.

Alright,
have a good one.

Auf weinersen, my darling!

Hey buddy, how's it going?

You missed a crazy
freaking party last night.

Czechoslovakian sex
clubs are incredible!

Dude, you missed it, man.

This one girl,
I swear to God,

she took an entire sleeve
of six tennis balls,

shoved it right
up her arse, man.

Shh! Just watch your mouth!

We're around the
churchy types.

No, man, it was crazy!

I mean, she got the
whole rig jammed up there

and just started firing off
the balls like a fucking

artillery rifle
or something.

It was like...
Hard enough to crush the can!

- It was unbelievable.
- It was...

Incredible, Slug, was it?

It was incredible, man.
You fuckin' missed it.

It was crazy.
Shit got crazy, dude.

Yeah, well, crazy maybe
isn't what we should be doin'.

Maybe we should be takin'
things a little more serious

around here.

Oh man, I'm sorry.

I thought you were
kidding, dude.

I mean, come on!
We're on tour, man.

We're in Europe.

Crazy is exactly what
we should be doing.

No, no.

Playin' the fuckin'
best shows we can play

is what we should be doing.

Like we sounded like
fuckin' shit last night.

I thought we sounded
pretty damn solid.

Oh did ya, Travis?
You thought we were solid?

Well your timing was all
over the fuckin' place.

It sounded like somebody
threw a pair of work boots

in the fuckin' dryer, okay?

You know what?
New rule, new rule.

If I can't go out,
nobody goes out.

Come on, Bubbles.

We're just trying to
blow off some steam.

Oh, you're gonna side
with them are ya Randy?!

I thought you were my
friend there, Tit Tassels?!

Well I am your friend.

But saying that
we can't go out

unless you're with us is a
little harsh, don't ya think?

I don't think it is!

It's my fuckin' band
and my name on it.

And if everything goes wrong,
who do people look at?

Fuckin' Bubbles,
not you guys.

It's me that's in shit.

You know what?
That's the new rule.

Sorry.

Frig sakes.

[Bubbles]
The Shitrockers don't
seem to understand

how much fuckin'
pressure is on a fellow

when he's the band leader.

You know? I mean, keepin'
everything organized

and keepin' everything
on the fuckin' rails,

it's basically
like herdin' cats.

It's harder than
that actually

'cause I'm very good at
herdin' cats, you know?

It's all fuckin' fun and
games to these guys.

They get all the perks
and all the benefits.

But, you know,
when shit goes wrong,

it's not them that everybody's
pointing the fuckin' fingers at.

It's me!

Bubbles is the
one who fucked up!

Errrrr!

♪ Well, dirty ol liquor ♪

♪ Is what usually keeps
My ticker in check ♪

♪ I tried chewin tobaccie but
It doesn't have the same effect ♪

♪ It just wasn't adding up ♪

♪ When all my friends
Were telling me to quit ♪

♪ Then I realized they're
All a bunch of drunks ♪

♪ And now there's more booze
For them to split, yeah ♪

Yeah give it up for booze ya
bunch of fuckin' drunks!

My goddamn band are
a bunch of drunks!

Cocksuckers!

♪ In a moment you
Can feel the need ♪

♪ But it takes years
To trust the deed ♪

♪ Love isn't guaranteed ♪

♪ Because you
Planted the seed ♪

♪ Time has served us well ♪

♪ Time will always tell ♪

Thank you so much!

And hats off to
Bubbles And The Shitrockers!

We're so happy to be
out here with them!

They're fuckin' awesome!

Those cats are
amazing and we're,

and we're so humble
to be with them.

Thank you so much!

Holy fuck!

Boys! Boys! Holy fuck!

You guys should
have been out there.

The Boxmasters are
unbelievable!

Billy thanked us on stage!

Whole crowd heard him.
He said our name.

What the fuck?

That is fucking sick, man.

Are you guys hungry?
Are you hungry?

There's this, all
this food and stuff,

just help yourself.
Got a bunch of stuff.

I don't know if we can
any of that can we?

Yeah, of course we can, man.

Look, it says Green Room.

That means like, go!

You know, like anyone
can have it, right?

We partied with Billy
so fucking hard,

like we're friends now.

- He's not gonna give a shit.
- Yeah.

Hi. Um, can I get
an autograph?

Ah, yeah, sure.

I mean, I've never really
signed an autograph before.

Not for playin' music anyway.

Ah, the show was
amazing tonight.

Whose show? Our show?

Yeah. Who else's
show would I mean?

Hear that, boys?

I'm glad you guys are
havin' a good time!

Bubbles? What's it
like being famous?

And having all this kind of
stuff going on all the time?

Well, I mean, what
you see right here.

It's like a constant
fuckin' party.

Like rockstar type stuff.

Booze flying around,
food, it's all free.

Yeah, but it must
get tiring though.

Oh, tiring is not the word!

It's exhausting is what it is!

But you know what,

you got a big fuckin'
crowd out there

and you can feel the energy,

the adrenaline starts going
then you know it's go time--

Are we allowed to
have more beers?

Yeah! Fuck it!

Have whatever you want!
We're partying!

We're partying!

What? What the fuck's
going on here?

- What?
- Who drank the boss's shit?

Oh, the boys
had a few of them

but we thought it
was for everybody.

Yeah? Well you thought wrong!

Don't touch it again!

Okay.

Alright everybody,
party's over!

Everybody out!

Let's go! Out!

Sorry about that.

- Out!
- Sorry, everybody.

Strike One, Shitdick!

What the fuck is his problem?

What's his problem?

You guys drank
all Billy's stuff!

That's his problem.

Oh, it's the
fuckin' Green Room!

It's for everybody!

Oh, we partied with Billy,
he won't give a fuck!

We did! We did!

Yeah, well he does
give a fuck obviously!

Now we got a
strike against us!

Correction, I got a strike!

Fuck!

♪ Breakfast beer ♪

♪ A breakfast beer ♪

♪ Taste so good a man'll
Shed a tear ♪

♪ Make a dirty ol'
Hangover disappear ♪

♪ The day is so much better
With a breakfast beer ♪

♪ The day is so much better
With a breakfast beer ♪

♪ Life is so much better
With a breakfast beer ♪

♪ Breakfast beer ♪

♪A giant flat beer to eat
For breakfast, all right? ♪

Hello?

Sorry, what's that?

You're the band
playing here tonight?

Ah, we're one of them, yeah.

I'm with the
Zeitung newspaper.

Actually, I'm a sports writer
but the music guy is sick

so the paper sent me here
to interview you instead

- To interview us?
- Yes.

Oh my god. Boys, we're
gettin' interviewed!

Yeah, we'd love to
do an interview.

Just give us one second.

Gettin' interviewed by
the German newspaper.

This is the fuckin'
big time right here!

So is it like all of us
talking or just him or like-

This is so fucking cool.

Well, we can all do it, boys,

but I'll do most of
the talkin', okay.

I got more
experience with this

and it's a lot
harder than it looks,

believe me, you know.

It's very easy
to get flustered

if you don't know
what you're doin'.

Okay. So how have you
been enjoying Berlin so far?

Oh, Berlin's lovely,
isn't it fellas?

I mean, you know, it's not
really what we expected,

but beautiful.

What do you mean?

Well, it's just more modern,
you know?

It's way more colourful.

I mean, not that we thought
it would be, you know,

in black and white

like you'd see in the
films from World War II

or anything like that.

That isn't what I meant,
you know?

I mean, that stuff
ended long ago.

Hitler's long
dead as you know.

You know? And I mean,

unless he made it
down to Argentina

like that show on the History
Channel said he might have,

but I believe he
died in the bunker,

you know, like the
official reports say.

What do you think?

Ah...

Oh, sorry.

Sorry. Can I just...

Hang on one second. Sorry.

Oh, it's Randy!

Hey Randy, what's goin' on?

What?! Kidnapped?!

What the fuck are
you talkin' about?

What? What's the driver's?

What's he sayin', Randy?

Just, oh.

Oh my fuck. Can you...

can you talk to
this guy and see,

see what's goin' on.

My roadie thinks
he's been kidnapped.

Uh, yeah. Okay, sure.

[in German] Hello?
Where are you now?

Oh, no. He just wanted
a chesseburger.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, thanks.

Um, so the taxi
driver is Russian

and he barely speaks German.

So your friend
wanted a hamburger,

he was taking
him to Hamburg.

Oh.

But I told him to
bring him back here.

Oh, for fuck sakes.

Well at least he
hasn't been kidnapped.

No, at least not.

Oh, you know what? Fuck!
Can you call him back?

'Cause knowin' Randy he'll ask
him how to get a fuckin' hot dog

and they'll end
up in Frankfurt.

- You know what I mean?
- Yeah.

What in the serious
fuck is going on here?

We're just doin' an
interview with the newspaper.

Yeah? Our Interview!

What?!

Billy and the band have been
waiting for 45 fuckin' minutes

downstairs to do
their interview

and they're not
fuckin' happy!

Well, we didn't know that!

I'm sorry. We just-

Strike two!

Sorry about that.

Oh my fuck!

Jesus he's intense!

Hitler? Really?

Well I was just sayin',
you know,

he's not around anymore.

I don't believe.

[Bubbles] Just imagine, boys,

like they would've walked
down this exact same street

just like we're doing
back in the day, you know?

Totally unaware
they're about to become

the biggest band
of all time.

What band are ya
talkin' about, Bubs?

What band am I
talkin' about?

Do you even know what
fuckin' city we're in, Randy?

Yeah, we're in Liverpool.

Right, we're in Liverpool.

So who might I be
talkin' about?

The biggest band of all
time from Liverpool?

I don't know.

Elvis?

Elvis?!

Are you being fuckin'
serious right now?!

Well what is this,
a frigging trick question?

Can we get some pints?

- Let's get some pints from here.
- Yeah.

Yes. We can get fuckin',
let's have a pint, boys.

Let's get some pints.

You know Randy, you're
actually fucked in the head,

- you know that?!
- I'm not fucked.

Raymond's like on his
fucking, you know,

deal like ranting about
the whole fucking deal.

So anyway, he says,

but all of a sudden she,
like, makes a squatter up

and fuckin' loads
one out about,

about like that he said.

A fuckin' thing about like that,
you know?

And Raymond's
like real serious-

Hey, well look who's here.

What are you creeps doing?

Oh, hey!

Fellas, what's goin' on?

Hey boys, how you doin'?

What you been up to?

Oh, just, you know,

out walkin' around
lookin' at the stuff.

Yeah. So you've been seeing
the sites, go around,

take all the little touristy
things and all that shit?

Not like the full tours
but we're goin' up and down.

I mean, just bein'
here is unbelievable.

This street right here is
where she all went down.

A lot of history, dude.

A lot of history
over there, yeah.

Holy frig! I just
realized it's you!

Wow! You just put a pair
of sunglasses on and a hat

and you could sit
here drinking beer

and no one even
recognizes ya!

Yeah, 'til now.

I mean, dude, come on.

What the fuck's wrong
with your brain?

Randy, why would
you say that?

What? I didn't say Billy Bob
Thornton for frig sakes!

Jesus Christ!

Now you did.

What the fuck, eh?
Holy crap it is!

- It's Billy Bob Thornton.
- Yeah, right.

What the fuck, mate?

We're massive fans!

Do you mind if
we get a photo?

- Sure, yeah. Whatever.
- No photos right now!

- Go on, mate. Go on.
- Not right now.

Jesus Christ!

Hey man, sorry,
did I get ya?

Yeah, only on both
legs that's all.

Hey, good? Go on, love.

Okay, okay.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

Can I pay for
another pint with us?

No, sorry.
Hey, thanks a lot, bud.

Fuck. Well, I guess
that's the end of that.

Thanks a lot.

Fuck! Why would
you say his name?

They're trying
to be incognito!

Frig sakes.

You just keep makin'
it worse, Randy.

Every fuckin' day.

Oh my God.

One, two, three, four!

♪ You're lookin' for some belly
Work well don't be alarmed ♪

♪ I've got the friggin tools
On the end of my arm ♪

♪ If you're feelin' low I'll
Put my peanut in your jelly ♪

♪ No one's got yer back
But who's got yer belly? Aha ♪

I'm on it!

♪ Well, people got milk
And people got game ♪

♪ They're both refreshing ♪

Fret, Randy!

♪ When my baby gets my belly
She sets me on fire ♪

Frig!

♪ It's 'cause there's ♪

♪ When I get your belly
It's to show I care ♪

The Boxmasters were created
in a basement studio

32 miles from their spiritual
home of Bellflower, California.

Somebody's got this
friggen wire wrong!

They added
guitarist Mike Butler

and this became the original
line up of The Boxmasters.

It doesn't make any sense!

What the fuck are
you doin', Randy?

♪ No one's got yer back, but ♪

Who's got yer belly?

♪ Who's got yer belly? ♪
Come on, yeah

[Bubbles] Thank you, guys!

[Mayhue] Doesn't fucking matter!

Something goes
wrong on that stage,

you come to me first!

I'm so sorry, Mr. Mayhue,
I didn't know.

Not good enough!

If you don't know what the
fuck you're doing up there,

stay the fuck off
that stage. Period.

You sweaty little bitch!

Hey! Don't be fuckin'
pushing my friends!

What are you gonna do,
hit me?

I don't want to
but if I have to,

I'll fucking crank ya one!

Well if you do it better
be a fucking good one

'cause it's about ready to
get fucking messy in here!

What are you gonna do?!

I just, I just don't want you
pushing anybody that's all.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Keep that little rollie pollie
fucker on a tight leash!

Thanks for sticking
up for me, Bubbles.

Randy, can we just stay out
of his fuckin' way, please?

He's gonna fuckin' kill us!

Oh my God.

I don't even know why
I'm blessing myself,

I don't believe in him.

[Bubbles] I never thought
I'd ever say this,

but I may not be cut out
for being on the road.

It's just one fuckin'
bullshit thing after another.

It's, it's fuckin' relentless.

Jesus Murphy.

I'm gonna have to,

I'm gonna have
to call Julian.

I didn't want to do this,
but I don't see any other way.

No man, that's-that's
hallucinating, man.

- Is that--
- It's not real.

Oh, right. 'Cause I thought
hallucinatin' was you see,

little-little
fuckin' characters-

Whoa!

Holy fuck! It's Bubbles!

No way.

Hey buddy, how's it goin'?

Bubs, how's it goin', man?

We're fucked on mushrooms!

I wish you were here, buddy!

Fuck, I can't use
my phone. Just-

Bubs! Bubs!

Julian, I think I might be
comin' home early.

Bubs, what's wrong, man?
What's goin' on?

You know what? You should!

Just quit! Fuck it, man!

I mean, you tried
and you failed.

No big deal. Who cares?!

Everybody fails
once in a while.

Well, I didn't fail.

I just, you know,

I'm having fuckin' trouble
keepin' the band in line.

And we royally
pissed off Billy Bob

and that fuckin' Mayhue guy.

Mayhue?

What the fuck is that
asshole doin' there?

He works for The Boxmasters,

and he's way fuckin'
crazier than he was before!

Boys, I'm just like,
I miss my kitties

and I, I miss my shed.
You know what I mean?

I'm a million miles
away from home and I just,

I I feel like I'm all alone!

Well, you are!

Ricky! Listen, Bubs,

you're not a million miles
away from home, okay?

You're literally a six hour
flight away from us, okay?

That's not a big deal.

Just relax.
Take a deep breath.

Would you fuck off?!

I'm on the other side of the
goddamn fuckin' planet, Julian!

You're not on the
other side of the planet.

Look up, look up globe and
take a look at that, okay?

You're just across the
fuckin' pond, Bubs, okay?

It's not that far. Ricky.

But, um, look, man,

if things got bad enough,

we would be over there in
a second to get ya, okay?

Really?

Yeah, man. You just
gotta relax, okay?

We'll see how you're feeling
tomorrow, buddy. All right?

Okay? We got your back.

Okay, well, I do feel
better hearin' your voices.

I'll try to hang in
there till the end, okay?

Fuck that, man!

Just fuckin' quit
and come home! Fuck it!

I mean, no one here's
gonna call you a loser.

Hey, I'm not a quitter!

Ricky? What the fuck
is your problem?

No, listen to me.

Okay, Bubs, you just got a
few shows left, you got this.

You can do this!

You are the Bubba Lama.

We have your back.
You got it?

Okay. I think I can
probably do it.

Maybe.

I love you, guys.

Love you too, man.

Love you too, Bubbly!

- Bubble-loo!
- Bubble-licious!

Bubble Lama Lama Lama!

Bubble Rama Rama!

Bubbinator!

Bubble Love Me Love Time!

- The Baconator!
- The Bubble Baconator.

Those stoned bastards!

Oh my God.

They are right
fuckin' out of 'er!

Right out of 'er!

This texture.

Stop fuckin'
around my bar, man.

More mushrooms?

- Yes, please.
- Okay.

♪ I was feeling low ♪

♪ Drivin' extra slow ♪

♪ All alone, in a slump ♪

♪ Where the town
Meets the dump... ♪

[reporter] This is very beautiful.

What is it?

Oh, it's a song I've been
writing about a cat.

You know, it's
about this trucker

that finds this old wizzled up
kitty out by the dump, you know,

sort of left, left for dead.

But he takes him home
and cleans him up

and they become the,
you know,

best friends for years.

But then the kitty
eventually dies, you know,

like they do and,
you know,

and I think about,

I think about
Vince the Pince when I sing it

and I get a little,

little choked up,
you know?

His name was
Vince the Prince?

No, Vince the Pince like a,
like a pincher claw.

He had one paw and I mean,
it just looked like a,

looked like a lobster claw.

It was all floppy and gorgeous
little paw on him, you know?

And I feel like he's with
me and I just, I miss him.

I miss him every day.

♪ I wonder if he
Misses me, I wonder ♪

♪ Who's gettin'
His belly now?

Hope they got your favourite
types of treats up there,

little buddy.

Hey buddy.

Man, that song is
beautiful, bud.

You guys don't play
that in the set.

What is that?

No, we don't, uh,

it's just one I wrote,
you know, for myself.

I don't play it
with the guys

'cause I don't know
if anybody'd like it.

it doesn't really have a,

a hook to it or
whatever, but...

It's fucking beautiful.

You ought to, man.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

How did you know we
don't do it in the set?

Well, I watch you
from backstage.

Why? You watch us play?

Well, fuck yeah.
Every night.

I'm not a douchebag.
I watch every show. Yeah.

My god. I didn't know that.

I mean, I, I watch you
guys play every night.

You guys are unbelievable!

I appreciate it.

But yeah, that's a
beautiful song, dude.

You have to do it, man.

Hmm.

Hey, listen, um, I'm going
to talk to you a bit, alright?

Let's take a walk.

So, you're a sweet kid,
I could tell that right away.

I mean, there's a certain
innocence about you

that I just love.

And I know Tom is...

well, I know he gives
you the corn, so.

- The corn?
- Yeah, the corn.

He was shoving it up
your ass a little bit.

You know, he's a bit
too hard on you, buddy.

- You know he's a hard ass.
- Huh?

[man] You fucked my fuckin' dad!

Let me at the
son of a bitch!!

Frig off, man!

What the fuck is goin' on?!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

This porky little bitch
of yours banged my dad!

Danny! Look at me!
Shut the fuck up!

What the fuck's
going on here?!

He banged my dad!

- He banged your dad?!
- Yeah!

Did you bang his
fuckin' dad?

I didn't bang him!

Mayhue! Mayhue!
Get the fuck out here!

[Mayhue] What the fuck's
going on here?

Give him the fuckin' corn.

I didn't bang him,
he banged me!

No fucking banging
anybody, girlfriends

- or their fuckin' dads.
- Jesus Christ!

Oh my God.
I'm sorry, everybody.

[Mayhue] It's your last
fucking warning!

- Oh my God!
- Okay. So let's settle

the fuck down.

And you're a
fuckin' pervert!

- Calm down!
- Danny, stop it!

I'm sorry.

Come with me, buddy.
Let's take a walk.

I'm sorry, Billy.
Oh my god.

Your dad? He fucked?

He banged my fuckin' dad.

If you're gonna
stare down the barrel

of another man's
meat missile,

you better know
who the fuck it is,

you sick motherfuckers!

Holy fuck!

I'm sorry, Mayhue.

Oh my fuck, Randy,
what did you do?!

Are you fuckin'
kidding me?!

I didn't know
it was his dad!

I was just really horny, Bubs.

New rule!

You don't bang anybody,
especially older men

where it could be his dad.

I like older men.

♪ She said what are you doing
For the rest of your life ♪

♪ I gotta know before
I give you my hand ♪

♪ I said I'm only thinking
'Bout the rest of the night ♪

♪ And tonight I got
A five beer plan ♪

♪ Tonight I've got
A five beer plan ♪

I'm sorry about
that shit downstairs.

Keep our fuckin' eyes
on these fuckin' creeps.

Yeah, I know.

Decent!

Thank you everybody!

Okay, we're gonna do a,

another little ditty about
a kitty here.

This is a, uh...

Oh my fuck!

He's got a lot of cat songs,

- doesn't he?
- Yeah.

This is no big deal, this
is, uh-oh, ah, yeah, okay.

This is a song I wrote about
a kitty that, that has...

Actually, know what?
You know what?

No, we're done for
the night, everybody.

Thanks for coming out.

[crowd booing]

Pack it up, boys!
We're leaving.

What the fuck is that?

Nothing.

- Did you piss yourself?
- No.

Give me that!

You fucking pissed your
pants in the goddamn set!

No, I didn't,

I had a juice pack
in my pocket.

It must have burst!

Jesus fucking Christ.

That's it! Your fucking done.
You're off the tour.

Strike three!

Frig off you big bully.
That's it!

Pants are comin' off!

Hey, fuck off, Butterball!
I'll fight you too!

Leave him alone
you fucking bully!

Errrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Bubs!

Back off!

What the frig?

Holy shit, that
was straight 220!

Wake up.

Get him off my
fucking stage!

Holy fuck, he shit himself!

Bubs wake up, buddy.

Fuckin' outta here.
Fuck this.

Wake up, Bubs.
Who's got yer belly?

[Bubbles] I'm devastated.
What can I say?

I mean, I embarrassed myself
in front of all those people.

And Billy Bob
hates me for sure.

So, I mean,
it's just, it's awful.

I don't think he
hates you, Bubbles.

I mean, everybody
shits themselves.

Randy, I shit
myself on his stage.

He's in the newspaper
this morning.

They called them
The Litterboxmasters

for Christ's sakes.

And they mentioned
Billy by name

in conjunction
with the incident.

Holy frig! You made
the newspaper!

Ricky was right,
you know that?

I mean, he said you're just a
shitty band covered in shit

and that's what
I've amounted to.

So, the dream's over.

[reporter] The Shitrockers
are no more?

Well, I can't imagine
they're gonna

wanna continue back home after
this fuckin' embarrassment!

You don't know
that for sure, Bubs.

I mean, you know what?
You paid for them to get home.

Yeah, with every fuckin'
penny I had to my goddamn name.

I think you should call Julian.
He could probably help us.

No, I'm not calling Julian.

Not calling him 'cause
fuckin' Ricky will be there

and I don't need
him saying 'atoadaso',

or whatever the fuck it is
he says in these situations.

Not doin' it.

We're just gonna
have to, you know,

be big boys and hitchhike.

We'll hitchhike to London,

maybe I'll play some
songs along the way

and see if we can make
enough money to stay alive.

Maybe get a plane
ticket eventually.

You're gonna have to cut back
on the eatin' though, Randy.

It's gonna be hard.

♪ I was feeling low ♪

♪ Driving extra slow ♪

Oh, nice, Randy.

Big enough?

And you spelled it right too.

They probably are
looking at you going,

I don't want that stinky
cocksucker in my truck.

[Bubbles] What's in there?
Did we make anything?

A little bit.

This guy's stopping,
his blinkers' on.

Decent! Come on, Randy.

So you've been
driving for a while or?

Have you been
driving for a while?

Be on high alert.

[Bubbles] Anywhere here
is just fine.

- Frig.
- Fuck!

That guy's definitely
a serial killer!

Yeah.

John Wayne Gacy's cousin.

His Scottish cousin.

[Randy] How much further
to London?

Further, Randy,
a lot fuckin' further.

Bubbles, this thing's
4,000 years old,

can't we just
stop for a second?

Don't give a fuck, Randy.
Gotta get to London.

Hey, Bubbles, look, shit!

Rockers. Get it?!

I'm gonna slap you in the
tits in a minute, Randy.

This is fuckin' terrible!

Terrible!

Maybe hide your gut,
it's probably scarin' people.

Put it over your belly.
There you go.

That guy's pulling over!

Come on, Randy!

♪ That marmalade nose ♪

♪ Loved me hard ♪

What's the point, Randy?

Come on, Bubs.
You gotta keep trying.

We gotta get home.

I don't think we're ever
gonna get home, Randy.

I think this might be
where we live now, bud.

I think we're from
Blackpool now.

Come on. Keep trying.

Who's got yer belly?
Who's got yer belly?

Cheer up, Bubs.

I got yer belly.

Who's got my belly, Randy?

My belly.

[Randy] Come on.

[Bubbles] I'll keep tryin'.

♪ Whose getting
His belly now ♪

We got one, Randy.

How far are we going?

Right to London if we can.

It's friggen cold.

♪ I'd have nothing to lose ♪

♪ Unless I lost you ♪

[Bubbles] Thank you. Thank you.

Holy fuck!

Oh, finally!
Some warm air!

Holy frig!

I hope my nips go back.

They're like frozen erasers!

Well have you taken a
look around, Randy?

Look at this place!

Keep your fuckin' head
on a swivel around here.

Eyes open for stabbers.

For stabbers?

Are you still cold, buddy?

I'm not too bad right now,
actually, you know, so.

Jesus Murphy!
What was that?

Calm down!
It was just a backfire, Bubs.

Okay, what are we
gonna do here, Randy?

What are we gonna do?
I'm freakin' out!

We should just get some
food at a nice restaurant

and then we can
think proper, Bubs.

- Some food?!
- Yeah.

Are you outta
yer mind, Randy?

We don't have money for food,
that's every fuckin' dime.

Holy fuck!

- What the frig?!
- We got robbed!

Frig off, buddy!

Oh my God. Okay.

I am officially freakin'
out now, Randy.

Calm down, Bubs.
Come, come, come here.

Get off the street.

Come on. Look, look.

Look at the shack.

It looks just like
your shed, okay?

- Here, here, here.
- Okay. Yes.

Go in there.

Yes. Maybe this
will calm me down.

Get get warm in
there, okay?

- Okay.
- Alright, I got this.

- Don't worry, Bubs.
- Small spaces.

- Small spaces.
- Don't worry. Look.

Oh my God, Smokey.

You're not gonna
do that are ya?

Gimme two hours.

I'm gonna suck and fuck
us a couple plane tickets

back to Sunnyvale.

You stay here, okay?
Get warm, alright?

Okay.

Suck with the wind, Randy!

You wanna party?

[man] Fuck off!

Hey, you wanna party?

Go fuck yourself!

No. You know what?
You know what?

Fuck this!

Hey, how's it going buddy?

Hey Bubs, miss ya brother!

Shit myself on stage...

Kicked off tour...

In London. Robbed!

No money.

Randy, suckin' and fuckin'!

Suckin' and fuckin'?

Bubs, you gotta
calm down, man.

Take a deep breath.
We can't understand you.

I am in London
alone, Julian.

I'm abandoned.

I'm freaked out, and I
need you to come get me.

I'm sorry, you gotta
come right now.

Come get ya, man?

We can't come get ya,

you're on the other side
of the fuckin' ocean!

What?!

You said you fuckin' could!

You said you'd be here
in a matter of hours!

Bubs, we were trippin'
out on mushrooms, man.

Yeah, we just said that to make
you feel fuckin' better, man.

Oh my fuck! Okay!

I die in a
phone booth in London!

This is how it ends for
me right here, boys.

- This is it!
- Alright, alright!

Just calm the fuck
down, alright?

Do you see any street
signs around ya?

Um, I think I'm at the
corner of Brick Lane

and Brick Lane and
somethin' or other.

Okay, I got it, man.

Do you see like any
landmarks or anything?

There's a great big poster of
like a scary, scary chicken

eatin' a fuckin' human
eyeball, Julian. Okay.

Oh my God!

There's a sign that
says Whitechapel!

I'm right where fuckin'
Jack the Ripper lives, boys!

Jack The Ripper?
Holy fuck, man. Run!

He's fuckin' crazy!

I saw a show on him.

He fuckin' guts people
and then he ear fucks them!

Ricky, Ricky,
would you shut up?

Just stay where you are right
there, you'll be fine. Okay?!

We'll get there as fast
as humanly possible.

Stay in the
fuckin' phone booth.

Okay. Okay. Hurry, Julian.

Just fuckin' hurry.

I knew I never should have
fuckin' let him go over there

on his own, man,
I fuckin' knew it.

Go get packed.

How in the fuck are we gonna
afford tickets to a plane?

Judy can hook us up.

Who in the fuck is Judy?

It's a stripper I'm bangin'.
She works in an airline.

She's got these
buddy pass things.

Said she'll hook me
up anytime, man.

Alright, let's go get
fucked up in London!

No big deal.

There's the chicken poster.

Holy fuck!

Bubs?

Fuck, he's dead!

He's not dead.
Bubs! Come on!

Let's get you
outta there, man.

- Julian!
- It's us.

Thank fuck
you're okay, man.

I was worried about ya.

- You're here!
- Oh Jesus, Bubs.

You didn't run into that
Jack The Ripper cocksucker,

did ya?

No.

Fuck, the way Julian was
talkin' you're in a war zone.

It's actually really
fuckin' cool here.

It's a lot scarier at
night, boys, believe me.

Alright, let's get
the fuck outta here.

Where's Randy?

Ah, I lost him.
He he took off.

Oh, well. Too bad. Let's go.

No, we're not leaving Randy.
He wouldn't leave me behind.

You just said he
took off on ya.

No, Ricky.

He's gone with the hat and the
glasses on trying to make money.

Randy's roamin' around
here as Smokey right now?

Jack The Ripper's
definitely gonna get his big,

long fuckin' meaty murder
fingers inside of him.

Like deep.

He'll be fine.
He'll make some money.

He'll come home when he wants
to, all right, let's go.

No, it's not the
way this works.

We're not leaving
Randy behind.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Bubbles.

Alright, how the fuck do you
propose we do that now, huh?

I don't think he
coulda got too far, boys.

I mean, surely somebody will
recognize him from these.

We'll stay one night,

but if we don't find
him by the mornin',

we're the fuck outta here.

We're gonna find him, Julian.

If we're staying
in London tonight,

we are definitely
getting fucked up!

It'd be a shame to
come all this way

and not sample the
local drugs, boys.

Alright, let's get the rest
of these fuckin' posters up.

And then can we
find a fucking pub

where I can find some
rum, please, huh?

- Yes!
- Alright.

Fuckin' Randy.

Randy!

Who gives a fuck?

Like fuck him!

Hash, weed,
mushrooms, anyone?

- You got hash?
- Let's go up there.

- Any weed? Mushrooms?
- Come on. Come on!

Does anybody in this
fuckin' town have any hash?

Seen a guy, no shirt,

looks like a fuckin'
gorilla walkin' around?

I haven't. Not around here.

Maybe over there.

Hey boys, I got a
few more made. Okay.

The guy in there he said down
here it's all burger shops.

Who gives a fuck?

Guarantee that's
where he's gonna be.

This is fucked!

Well, Ricky,
what the fuck do you...

Hang on.

It's an unknown number.

Well answer it.
It could be fuckin' Randy.

Hello?

Hey Bubbles, it's Billy.

Billy? Hey, how you doin'?

Oh, I'm I'm good, buddy.

How did you get my number?

Well, I'm with your
buddy, uh, Waylon,

your bass player,
and he gave me your number.

Waylon?

Um, listen, I just wanna
tell you something.

I'm really sorry the
way this went down

and, uh, I miss your
presence around here, buddy.

So where are ya?

I don't know.

I think down in the sort of
the Jack The Ripper area.

Well, I'll tell ya,
send me the address.

I'm gonna send
a car for ya

'cause I gotta surprise.

We're at a real cool after-pary

and I wanna bring you to it, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Alright buddy,
we'll see ya in a bit.

Okay, see ya Billy.

Boys, that was
Billy Bob Thornton.

He's sending a
fuckin' car for us.

- What?
- Where the fuck we goin'?

[Julian] My drink
is officially flat.

I need some drugs or this trip
has become a complete failure.

[Bubbles] Well, he said it's
a fuckin' party, boys,

I'm sure there's drugs
and liquor in here.

Where the fuck are we,
at The White House?

Wrong fuckin' country, Rick.

Okay, hang on. Just wait.

Oh my fuck, boys!

We're at Abbey Road!

Is that good?

This is the real Abbey Road!

I don't think
I can do this!

What are you talkin' about?
Yes you can, man!

There's definitely free
booze in there, Bubs.

I'm gonna lose it, boys!

No. You know what?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You're not pissin'
yourself again, are ya?

Nope.

Not a chance, Ricky.

You know that collar I
wear of Vince's on my wrist?

I'm wearing her
somewhere else.

What? On your cock?

She's cinched
down tight, baby.

Let's do this!

Let's do this.

Hey Bubbles!
You made it, man.

Danny!

Who's this dick sandwich?

Ricky, that's him.

That's the guy?

Randy banged his dad?

Ricky! Keep your voice down.

It's a touchy subject.

Hey Danny, how's it goin'?

Good, man. How are you?

Good to see you.

- Going in here?
- Yeah, in here, bud.

So you ready for this?

♪ ["Deeper than Holy"
de Pastel] ♪

What the fuck is that smell?

Fuck, boys!

Abbey Road Studio 2!

♪ I was born with this skill ♪

Holy fuck!

- Ricky!
- What?

Cheap Trick are
sittin' right there.

Holy fuck! Oh my...

The first time I
banged in my trunk

I was listening to your fuckin'
fire song with the flame.

You guys are good!

There's the bar. Let's go.

Waylon, what are
you doin' here?

I told you I was tight
with Billy, man.

- I told ya.
- Does nobody smell that?

I'll take ten
double Rum & Cokes,

easy on the Coke though.

Real fuckin' easy, alright?

You guys gettin' something?

Yeah, shove the fuck
over there, turtle tits.

What the fuck?
Calm down, mate.

Why don't you go paint some
cocks on telephone poles

before I shove a fork right
through your fuckin' nose!

Bring it, pretty boy.
Fuckin' bring it.

I'll fuckin' end ya,
you little cunt.

- Oh, you're gonna end me?
- I'll put both of you fuckin'--

Hey, guys, what's up?

Hey, Bubbles,
I'm glad you made it.

Thanks for thanks for
bringing us in here, Billy.

This is unbelievable!

I know, it's pretty
awesome, init?

This is my friend Martin,
by the way, guys.

Yeah, Yeah, yeah.

I know who that is,
Martin Freeman.

Okay. Come on.

I thought Morgan Freeman
was black?

Not Morgan Freeman, Ricky.

Hey, listen, I want you
to meet my buddies.

This is Bubbles, everybody.

Hey.

Hey, you're the guy
who pissed himself.

No, he shit himself.

Yeah, well that was me but...

You shit yourself?

I did, Ricky!

It's amazing to meet ya!
Look at this, boys.

Hey, it's no big deal, mate.

Thanks, Ronnie.

So yeah. Hey Mayhue,
come here.

What did I say
to say to him?

Hey, sorry for throwing
you off the tour.

You're not the first band creep
that piss and shit himself.

I guess everybody
deserves a fourth chance.

I appreciate that.

Is that guy with his
hairy ass hanging out,

is that Randy?!

That's what we've
been smelling.

It's Randy's shit, boys.

...dressed as a clown.

And then there's
the Terminator,

and then a policeman.

Two shots, please.

One second, Billy.

Yeah, okay.

Oh, Bub's! Holy frig!
How you doin'?

What the fuck are
you doing here?

We wasted the entire day
looking for your hairy ass!

What am I doing here?

What are you
guys doin' here?

Excuse me, excuse me.

We came to save Bubbles
'cause you fuckin' abandoned him

by Jack The Ripper's house.

I should slap you tits right
off you fuckin asshole!

Whoa! Hey, whoa, whoa!

Who are these
ruffians, Randall?

These guys they're from
Sunnyvale Trailer Park.

Sunnyvale what mm what?

The Randy that you thought
you knew is dead now.

Randy has been
reborn as Randall.

And he is mine.

Perfect.

Randall
loves when I do whale songs

- in his ears.
- Oh yeah.

We're getting along
really good, guys.

He likes it when I blow on
his little Jelly Tot nipples.

What kind of drugs
are you guys on?

Three, two, one, boring!

Randy, let's go and
play Space Invaders

on my vintage video console.

Okay. Don't leave
without me, guys!

What the fuck just happened?

I don't know, Ricky, but
I'm freakin' out like...

I'm in Studio 2, like, with
these people in this building.

This is like a
fuckin' dream, boys!

Must be a bad one, is it?

- What?
- Well, you're cryin' and shit.

No, Ricky.

No, I'm not cryin'
'cause of that.

It's like, it's like we're
on sacred ground, Ricky.

This is where the
greatest music of all time

was recorded right
here in my opinion.

Fuckin' Helix recorded here?

Not Helix, Ricky,

the greatest
music of all time!

This is like, it's like
being in a fuckin' fairytale!

You just don't get it, man.

Do you?

Well, yeah, kind of.

It just looks like a big dumb
old room to me, I dunno.

It's not though, man.

I've always dreamt
of recording here.

Like that's why I have
Tabby Road Studios,

it's named after this.

Then you have to. You have
to record a song here.

Oh yeah, Ricky,

I'd love to someday, if
I can save up the money

and it's booked
years in advance.

You can't just record here.

No, I mean, you need to record
here right the fuck now!

What?!

Okay, strange things!

Fuck off!

Shut the fuck up!

Just fucking stop!

Okay. I need everybody
here to shut the fuck up.

That's right, shut your
big fuckin' fancy mouths.

Ricky, don't do this!

Bubs, I got this.

My name is Ricky, and you're
gonna shut the fuck up

or I'm gonna start smashin'
everything in this room

and I might even punch a
couple people in the face

in the process.

You're definitely gettin'
punched in the fuckin' face.

That's my best friend
over there, Bubbles.

He's been kind of fucked
around the last couple weeks.

He got kicked off a tour

'cause he couldn't
help pissin' himself

in front of all
the celebrities.

He's actually
got a cat collar

cinching around
his cock right now

so that he could
come in here

and not piss all
over you people.

Ricky, what the...?

Bubs, I said relax.
I got this.

He's always dreamt of
recordin' a song in here

and Bubs you're my
best friend, buddy.

I love you, and I'm gonna
make this happen for you.

Fuck.

Get up here, Bubs!

Ricky! Jesus Murphy!

Does anybody in here know how
to work this recordie shit?

Put your hand up, please!

Mr. Burns? Okay.

Get the fuck up here,
you scarf wearing old cunt.

I might be able to help
you if you promise

not to smash the
bloody place up.

So you know how to
work this stuff?

I do.

Well let's get it going then,
Dick Clamp.

All right.

There you go, mate.

Try this.

Alright.

Are you sure you know what
the fuck you're doin'?

Like shouldn't he be singin'
into the top of that?

- Ricky. Ricky.
- Ah...

He knows what
the fuck he's doin'.

It's Eddie Kramer.

He recorded fuckin'
Jimi Hendrix and Led Zeppelin.

And The Rolling Stones
and The Beatles.

Did you ever record
Helix or Trooper?

Never.

Well, I'm not
fuckin' impressed.

Ricky.

I'm sorry about that,
Mr. Kramer.

I think your work's fantastic.

Thank you.

- Keep going.
- Okay.

Look guys, I know
this is a big ask,

but I mean,
he's a sweet kid

and all he's ever wanted to
do is have a song about cats.

- Really?
- Yeah.

He's obsessed with cats.

The musical?

No, just fuckin' cats.

He's obsessed with 'em.

- Oh.
- Yeah. One way or the other.

The point is,
is you guys are here,

he's all nerved up and shit,
you know?

So if you don't
mind to lend a hand,

maybe encourage
him a little bit.

- Yeah, yeah. Cool.
- Alright? Cool.

Okay, thanks
everybody for the,

for the being quiet stuff.

This is, this is unbelievable.

I'm gonna sing a song I wrote
about the greatest thing

that's, that's ever lived.

This is a song called,

called "Kitties Are So Nice".

Right. Let's get this bloody
show on the road, shall we.

Hang on a second.

Are you sure this is
the song you wanna sing?

Are you positive?

I think so, shouldn't I?

Well, I don't know.
It's your song, okay?

Okay.

You sing whatever the
fuck you want to sing.

When you sing that
thing backstage,

it moved me.

I swear to God,
it moved me.

- Really?
- Yes, it did.

Well, I mean,
I have a song

that I've never played
for anybody, ever.

And I mean,
when I sing it,

it makes me cry 'cause it's
about one of my old kitties, so.

Bubbles, listen to me.

When you sing from the heart,
good things happen.

You got that, right?

- I I think so.
- Okay, good.

Go get 'em, buddy.

Okay.

Okay, um, forget what I
said before, everybody.

This is a song about,

about findin'
the courage to,

to be your own person.

This is a song called,

"Standing On The
Shoulders Of Kitties".

[Eddie] Whenever you're ready, mate.

Let's do it when
you're comfortable.

Yep.

♪ I was never picked to be the
First one to play on the teams ♪

♪ Thinking that someday I'd
Be cool was just a silly dream ♪

♪ I was always fine just living
Letting time pass me by ♪

♪ But standing on the
Shoulders of my kitties ♪

♪ I'm learning to fly ♪

♪ And I'll fly high ♪

♪ Cause kitties catch you
When you fall ♪

♪ Kitties are the ones
Who know it all ♪

♪ And kitties love you
And they don't leave ♪

♪ Kitties are the
Only thing that helps ♪

♪ When life gets so hard
You can't breathe ♪

Thank you. Thank you.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, buddy, that's a
sweet little song, man.

That's really nice.

And you did it,
you sang from your heart

The only thing is,

it's like a
fucking minute long.

I mean, is there any
more of it because...

Oh yeah, no, I gotta
write more of it.

I didn't, I probably shoulda
mentioned I only have a verse

- and a chorus.
- Yeah. Yeah.

You need to do a whole
song for all these people.

- Well, yeah, that...
- Yeah.

So, uh, Ronnie,
what's up, buddy?

Hey, you know it's a
nice little song, but...

You know what I would do?

What?

Something like...

♪ Sometimes when you're
On your own ♪

♪ You really need a friend ♪

♪ Kitties know
Just what to do ♪

Yes! Yes!

♪ Sometimes when you're
On your own ♪

♪ And feel like
It's the end ♪

♪ A kitty's love can
Make things new ♪

♪ Don't cry ♪

[Bubbles] Yes! Decent!

That's... that's a song.

Come on.

Holy fuck, that's
turnin' into a song!

Oh my God!

Yes! Yeah, that's nice that.

What?

Nice. Nice.

Fuck! Duff!
That's Duff!

I know, right? That's him.

Ah!

I told ya man,
they love ya, Bubbles.

[Bubbles] Hey, maybe we could
do like a big outro thing,

like get everybody singin',

maybe like "A Kitty's
Love Is All It Takes."

Two, three, four!

Let's let's sing.

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Decent!

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Boys! Boys, come up!

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Blah, blah, blah, yeah, Bubs?

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Woo!

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ All you need is love
From kitties! ♪

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

[Bubbles] Woo! Shit rocks!

♪ A kitty's love
Is all it takes ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Holy fuck!

[Bubbles] Decent!

Kitty! Kitty!

Ronnie, what did you
think about tonight?

What'd ya think
I thought?

I don't remember.

I don't remember.

Mr. Kramer, how do you
feel about the sound?

Bloody marvelous.

Ah, that was a
very weird thing.

I mean, I'm
not quite sure

that they're, um,

meant to be here?

I don't mean
in England,

I mean sort of out
in the community.

But, so yeah, I,

I'm a bit
confused by it.

I dunno how Billy
knows 'em, but um...

Am I okay with Bubbles?

I love Bubbles.

I mean, he's, uh,

he can be a little
fuckin' weird,

you know, but...

I mean, who's not?

It was fuckin' awesome.

And I feel great because

none of this would've
happened without me.

What are ya
talkin' about?

The only reason
why we're here is--

Because of my pot plant!

I am the manager.

That's why we're here.

I started this band!

Who's got a drink?
Who doesn't?

They may have
won the battle

by taking Randall back
to Sunnyvale Trailer Park.

But I will win the war.

Randall, I'm
coming for you,

my little Shnooky-kins.

You got Ronnie Wood,

you got Rick Nielsen,

Billy Bob Thornton,

but you got
Bubbles too.

Bubbles.
I mean, Bubbles.

Oh, I mean,

if somebody told
me fuckin',

you know,

30 years ago that
I was gonna be

in Abbey Road with
all these people

and you know,

playin' this song

and they're all
helping me out,

I would've
fuckin' said

"Suck my nuts from
Sunday to Monday

'cause it's
not true."

And it happened!

It fuckin' happened
here tonight

at Abbey Road.
Unbelievable!

♪ ["Kitties are So Nice"

by Bubbles
and The Shitrockers] ♪

♪ Every day, I thank the Lord ♪

♪ And maybe Jesus as well ♪

♪ [Baby Jesus our Lord] ♪

♪ For helping me turn my shed
into a kitty cat hotel ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ [Kitties are so nice] ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

♪ [Kitties are so nice] ♪

♪ Get them down
Spin them round ♪

♪ Tickle their bellies
Not once but twice ♪

♪ Kitties kitties ♪

♪ Kitties are so nice ♪

Fuck, I love kitties.

♪ ["The Wrong Week
to Quit Drinking"

by Bubbles
and The Shitrockers] ♪

♪ Well I had me a lady
But she done took off ♪

♪ My cigarette pack is empty
But she left me her cough ♪

♪ I ain't showered in days
People say I'm stinkin' ♪

♪ I sure picked the wrong week
To quit drinkin' ♪

Step right into the saloon, ma'am.
Watch your step

Hot Country 103.5.

Richie Spinz with
the afternoon goons.

We're back!
Okay hotshots,

I'm gonna get real with
you for one moment.

If there's a single
word that describes

the Richie Spinz philosophy,
it's integrity.

And that's how I knew the moment
Bubbles walked into my life

the kid had hit
written all over him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
That's not how I remember it.

You are rewriting
history here, Richie.

Was I or was I
not the first DJ

to play Bubbles
for the first time?

- First time any DJ played Bubbles--
- That's selective memory.

Case closed! Fake news!

Alright, from Tabby Road
to Abbey Road,

"Standing On The
Shoulders Of Kitties",

number one with a bullet!

by Bubbles!

Lay off the cocaine, buddy.

Boom goes the dynamite!

Richie, you need help.

I know.

Fuck!

- Oh fuck!
- What the fuck?

Fuck! Fuck!

Jesus Christ!