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Bugsy Malone Theme Song

 

He's a sinner
Candy-coated
For all his friends
He always seems to be alone
But they love him
Bugsy Malone

 

City slicker
He can charm you
With a smile and a style all his own
Everybody loves that man
Bugsy Malone

 

Hot-headed Bugsy makes his mind up
Don't mess with Bugsy or you'll wind up
Wishing you'd left well enough alone
He's a man, a mountain
He's a rolling stone

 

And will he leave you
Sad and lonely, crying?
I couldn't say, but it's known
That everybody wants that man
Bugsy Malone

 

Fat Sam's Grand Slam


Anybody who is anybody
Will soon walk through that door
At Fat Sam's Grand Slam speakeasy


Always able to find you a table
There's room for just one more
At Fat Sam's Grand Slam speakeasy

 

Once you get here
Feel the good cheer
Like they say in the poem
Fat Sam's ain't humble
But it's your home-sweet-home

 

Plans are made here
Games are played here
I could write me a book
Each night astounds you
Rumours are a-buzzing
Stories by the dozen
Look around you cousin
At the news we're making here


Anybody who is anybody
Will soon walk through that door
At Fat Sam's Grand Slam speakeasy

 

Da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Hoo ya, Hoo ya, Hoo da, da, da, da

 

See the politician 
Sitting by the kitchen
Said he caught his fingers
In the well he was wishing in.      

 

Bad Guys

 

We could have been anything that we wanted to be
But don't it make your heart glad
That we decided, a fact we take pride in
To become the best at being bad


We could have been anything that we wanted to be
With all the talent we had
No doubt about it, we fight and we tout it
We're the very best at being bad guys 
We're rotten to the core
And my congratulations, no-one likes you any more
Bad guys, we're the very worst
Each of us contemptible, we're criticised and cursed

 

We made the big time, malicious and mad
We're the very best at being bad
We could have been anything that we wanted to be 
We took the easy way out
With little training, we mastered complaining
Manners seemed unnecessary, we're so rude it's         
                                                             almost scary

 

We could have been anything that we wanted to be
With all the talent we had
With little practice, we made every blacklist
We're the very best at being bad
We're the very best at being bad
We're the very best at being bad.
 

So you want to be a boxer

 

So you want to be a boxer
In the golden ring
Can you punch like a south-bound freight train?
Tell me just one thing


Can you move in a whirl
Like a humming-bird's wing
If you need to? (Ooo that's fast)
Can you bob, can you weave
Can you fake and deceive
When you need to?
Well you might as well quit
If you haven't got it


So you want to be a boxer
Can you pass the test?
I can tell if you've got it in you
I've trained the best


When you work and you sweat and you bet
That you train to a buzz-saw
Then you near lose your mind when you find that
Your boy has a glass jaw
So you might as well quit
If you haven't got it


Put him in the ring Joe
Look at what you have found
We can use the fun Joe
Pushing him around
We'll show him the ropes
And destroy his hopes


Put  him in the ring Joe
Give the Guy a chance
Let him feel the sting Joe
We can make him dance
We'll pulp him to bits 
Then he'll call it quits
For sure Joe


So you want to be a boxer
Want to be a champ
There's a golden boy inside you
Not a punched-out tramp
If you listen and you learn


There's an honour you can earn and defend here
When you do see the crown
You're a king, not a clown
a contender
But you might as well quit
If you haven't got it


Put him in the ring Joe
Something new to punch
Let me have a swing Joe
Then we'll go to lunch
We'll make it quite swift
Then he'll get the drift


Put him in the ring Joe
Chicken a la carte
Let me have a swing Joe
Tearing him apart
That chicken will crow
Oh, let me have him Joe

 

You give a little love

 

We could've been anything
That we wanted to be
And it's not too late to change
I'd be delighted to give it some thought
May-be you'll agree that we really ought 
Two, three, four

 

We could've been anything
That we wanted to be
Yes, that decision was ours
It's been decided we're weaker divided
Let friendship double up our powers

 

We could've been anything
That we wanted to be
And I'm not saying that we should
But if we try it, we'd learn to abide it
We could be the best at bein' good guys

 

Flowers of the earth
Who can even guess how much
A real friend is worth? 
Good guys, shake an open hand

Maybe we'll be trusted 
If we try to understand
No doubt about it
It must be worthwhile
Good friends do tend to make you smile

 

We could've been anything 
That we wanted to be
Yes, that decision is ours
It's been decided we're weaker divided
Let friendship double our powers

 

You give a little love
And it all comes back to you
(Da da da ra da da da) 
You know you gonna be remembered 
For the things you say and do
(Da da da ra da da da)

 

You give a little love
And it all comes back to you
(Da da da ra da da da) 
You know you gonna be remembered
For the things you say and do
(Da da da ra da da da) 
(Repeat and fade)