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had that lofty brow.
/ While bonny good King Richard leads the great crusade he's on
/ We'll all have to slave away for that good-for-nothin' John.
/ Incredible as he is inept whenever the history books are kept
/ They'll call him the phony king of England,
/ A pox on the phony king of England.
/ He sits alone on a giant throne pretendin' he's the king
/ A little tyke who's rather like a puppet on a string
/ And he throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way
/ And then he calls for Mom while he's suckin' his thumb
/ You see, he doesn't wanna play.
/ Too late to be known as John the First he's sure to be known as John the Worst
/ A pox on that phony king of England.
/ Lay that country on me, babe.
/ While he taxes us to pieces and he robs us of our bread,
/ King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down around that pointed head.
/ Ah, but while there is a merry man in Robin's wily pack,
/ We'll find a way to make him pay and steal our money back.
/ A minute before he knows we're there old Rob'll snatch his underwear,
/ The breezy and uneasy king of England.
/ The snivelin', grovelin', measly, weaselly, blabberin', jabberin'
/ Jibberin', jabberin', plunderin', plottin', wheelin', dealin'
/ Prince John that phony king of England.
Not In Nottingham song lyrics written by Johnny Mercer, sung by Phil Harris as Little John
Every town has its ups and downs, / Sometimes ups, outnumber the downs, / But not in Nottingham. / I'm inclined to believe if we weren't so down, / We'd up and leave we'd up and fly, / If we had wings for flyin' / Can't you see the tears we're cryin', / Can't there be some happiness for me, / Not in Nottingham.
Oo-de-lally song lyrics written and sung by Roger Miller as Allan-a-Dale
Robin Hood and Little John walkin' through the forest / Laughin' back and forth at what the other'n has to say, / Reminiscin' this and that and havin' such a good time / Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, Golly, what a day / Never ever thinkin' there was danger in the water / They were drinkin' they just guzzled it down, / Never dreamin' that a schemin' sheriff and his posse / Was a-watchin' them and gatherin' around / Robin Hood and Little John runnin' through the forest / Jumpin' fences, dodgin' trees and tryin' to get away, / Contemplatin' nothin' but escapin' and finally makin' it / Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly, what a day / Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly, what a day
Script 2 Prince John: Robbed! I've been robbed! Hiss! You're never around when I need you! I've been robbed. Sir Hiss: Of course you've been robbed! Robin Hood: Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally! Little John: Fortunes forecast. Lucky charms. Prince John: After them, you fools! Prince John: No, no, no, no! Sir Hiss: I knew it. I knew it. I just knew this would happen. I tried to warn you, but no, you wouldn't listen. You just had to... Ah! Seven years' bad luck. That's what it is. Besides, you broke your mother's mirror. Prince John: Mommy! I've got a dirty thumb. Allan-a-Dale: Well, even though Prince John offered a huge reward for the capture of Robin Hood, that elusive rogue kept right on robbin' the rich to feed the poor. And believe me, it's a good thing he did 'cause what with taxes and all, the poor folks of Nottingham were starvin' to death. Here comes old Bad News himself, the honorable sheriff of Nottingham. Sheriff of Nottingham: Every town has its taxes too and the taxes is due do do-do do do. Well, lookie there. Friar Tuck, the old do-gooder. He's out doin' good again. Otto the Blacksmith: Well, good mornin', Friar Tuck. Friar Tuck: Shh, Otto. For you, Otto, from Robin Hood. Otto the Blacksmith: Oh, God bless Robin Hood. Sheriff of Nottingham: Do do do do-do, Do dee do do-do Friar Tuck: It's the sheriff! Hurry, hide it! Quick! Sheriff of Nottingham: Here I come. Ready or not. Well, greetings from your friendly neighborhood tax collector. Otto the Blacksmith: Oh, take it easy on me, sheriff. What, with this busted leg and all, you know, I'm way behind in me work, sheriff. Sheriff of Nottingham: I know, Otto, but you're way behind with your taxes too. Friar Tuck: Oh, have a heart, sheriff. Can't you see he's laid up? Come on, Otto. You'd better sit down and rest. Otto the Blacksmith: Oh, thank you. Yes. Sheriff of Nottingham: Let me give you a hand with that leg. Upsadaisy. Bingo! Ah, what they won't think of next. It smarts, don't it, Otto? But Prince John says that taxes should hurt. Friar Tuck: Now see here, you... You evil, flint-hearted leech! Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, now, now! Save your sermon, preacher. It ain't Sunday, you know. Sheriff of Nottingham: Do do do-do do. They call me a slob but I do my job. Do do do-do do Rabbits: Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday, dear Skippy Sheriff of Nottingham: Happy birthday , To you! Well, now, sonny, that box is done up right pretty, ain't it? Skippy: Well, Mr. Sheriff, sir, it's my birthday present, sir. Sheriff of Nottingham: It sure is. Why don't you open it? Skippy: Oh, boy! One whole farthing! Mother Rabbit: Have you no heart? We all scrimped and saved to give it to him. Sheriff of Nottingham: Now that's mighty thoughty of you, widder woman. The family that saves together pays together. Oh, now, don't take it so hard, sonny. Prince John wishes you a happy birthday too. Robin Hood: Alms, alms, alms for the poor. Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, so far it's been a cheerful morning. Keep savin'! Mother Rabbit: What a dirty trick. You poor old man. Do come in. Come in and rest yourself. Robin Hood: Thank ye kindly, Mother. Thank ye. Tell me now. Did me old ears hear someone singin' a birthday ditty? Skippy: Yes, sir. And that mean old sheriff took my birthday present. Robin Hood: Did he now? But be a stouthearted little lad and don't let it get ya down. Skippy: Gee whiz! It's Robin Hood! Robin Hood: Happy birthday, son! Sis: Oh, he's so handsome, just like his reward posters. Robin Hood: Tell me, young man, how old are you today? Skippy: Gosh, I'm seven years old, goin' on eight. Robin Hood: Seven? Well, that does make you the man of the house, and I've got just the right present for you. Skippy: For me? Gee, thanks, Mr. Robin Hood, sir. Hey, how do I look? Huh? Tagalong: Not much like Mr. Robin Hood. Robin Hood: She's right. There is something missing. Of course! There you go. Skippy: Boy, oh, boy. Now, how do I look? Sis: The hat's too big. Mother Rabbit: Shh! Mind your manners. Tagalong: Yes, mind your mattles. Robin Hood: Don't worry. You'll grow into it, young man. Skippy: Oo-de-lally! I'm gonna try it out. Tagalong: Good-bye, Mr. Robin Hood! Come again on my birthday! Mother Rabbit: Oh, you have made his birthday a wonderful one. How can I ever thank you? Robin Hood: I only wish I could do more. Here. And keep your chin up. Someday there'll be happiness again in Nottingham. You'll see. Mother Rabbit: Oh, Robin Hood. You've risked so much to keep our hopes alive. Bless you. Bless you. Toby: Gee, did Robin Hood really give it to you? Skippy: Yeah, and this is his own hat too. Toby: Gee, I'd sure like to shoot your bow and arrow. Tagalong: Let me try it, Skippy. Skippy: Oh, no, you don't. I'm gonna shoot it first. Sis: You're pointin' it too high. Skippy: I'm not either. Watch this. Toby: Uh-oh. Now you done it. Sis: Right in Prince John's backyard. Tagalong: Skippy, you can't go in there. Toby: Yeah. Prince John will chop off your head. Like this. Skippy: Oh, I don't care. I gotta get my arrow. Sis: Wait a minute. Toby might tattle on you. Tagalong: Yeah, Toby. You gotta take the oath. Toby: An oath? Tagalong: Put your hand on your heart and cross your eyes. Skippy: Spiders, snakes and a lizard head. Toby: Spiders, snakes and a lizard's head. Skippy: If I tattletale, I'll die till I'm dead. Toby: If I tattletale, I'll die till I'm dead. Lady Cluck: It's your turn to serve, Marian, dear. Maid Marian: Are you ready, Lady Cluck? Lady Cluck: Oh, as your lady-in-waiting, I'm waiting. I'm getting too old for this. Maid Marian: That was a good shot. Lady Cluck: You're not bad yourself, dear. My girdle's killing me. Where is it? Did you lose it? It must be in there someplace. Maid Marian: Oh, Clucky, you look so silly. Lady Cluck: Oh, look. There it is, behind you. Maid Marian: Oh! Well, hello. Where did you come from? Skippy: Oh, please don't tell Prince John. Mama said he'll chop off my head. Maid Marian: Oh, don't be afraid. You've done nothing wrong. Lady Cluck: Oh, Marian, what a bonny wee bunny. Maid Marian: Who does this young archer remind you of? Skippy: Well, upon my word, the notorious Robin Hood. Maid Marian: That's right. Only Robin Hood wears a hat like that. Skippy: Yeah, and look at this keen Robin Hood bow.
Otto the Blacksmith and Sheriff of Nottingham
Toby and Skippy
Gee, thanks, Mr. Robin Hood, sir