[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 k*lled 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 g*ng, 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 g*dd*mn 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 f*ck did ya go?!
Taint gobblin'
f*ckin' meat whores!
You burn up like Freddy
Krueger's cock! f*ck!
Holy f*ck, Ricky!
What happened?!
I was f*ckin' cooking sausages
for Moe and his friends,
and I must've
f*ckin' passed out.
- Jesus Murphy.
- No, no, no, no.
What the f*ck are
they doing here?!
They weren't supposed to be back
here for six f*ckin' months!
- Ricky! Ricky! f*ckin' 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 f*ck with me
'cause I'm on f*ckin' vacation.
Ricky, they're not
gonna f*ck 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 f*ck 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
f*ckin' bucks!
Oh, no f*cking 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
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin'
bass amp over here.
You don't need a ride cymbal
in a f*ckin' 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 t*nk 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin'
people looking to audition
for the Shitrockers!
Jesus f*ckin' Christ!
How many times do
I gotta tell ya
not to slam the
g*dd*mn f*ckin' door?
Oh, thanks for the
Church Of Latter Day
Saints moment, Julian.
Why you being such a
dicky little b*tch?
Because I was cleaning
your f*ckin' dishes
and it was pissing me off!
Sorry about that, Bubs.
- It's good news, bud.
- I cooked!
It's f*ckin' awesome, buddy.
You're f*ckin' 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
f*ckin' drums and amps
and band dicks with
long hair and shit
f*ckin' over my trailer.
Sorry, man.
Well, f*ck you then. I
guess I'll steal gas myself.
Whatever.
Listen, Bubs, you can f*ckin'
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 f*cking 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 f*ckin'
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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck, 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 f*ck are you
doing here, Murray?
You don't play the
saxophone, do ya?
Well, you're f*ckin'
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 t*nk 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 b*tch
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 f*cked.
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 f*ckin' band.
Think about it.
That's not how
this works, Ricky!
It doesn't matter
it's your trailer.
You don't even
f*ckin' play anything!
I can play all kinds of shit.
Like what?!
[Ricky] Oh, I can
play the f*ckin' pot.
I could be like Percushnin
or whatever it's called.
Ricky.
No, just no! Ricky!
I don't need a f*ckin'
pot player in the band.
Why not?
How many country
bands have you seen
where somebody's banging
on a f*ckin' 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 f*cked, okay?
Here's one I wrote,
and it starts in whatever
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' no!
Stop playin'!
Ricky, gimme the f*ckin' pot.
Let go of the pot!
Don't grab my pot!
- Ricky!
- Don't grab me in my kitchen!
Put the f*ckin' pot down!
Don't f*ckin' grab
me and f*ck off!
Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What the f*ck's
going on in here?
Ask him! Jesus Christ. f*ck!
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 g*dd*mn
f*ckin' band!
You're not!
Ricky, what the f*ck
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 f*ckin' firing me?
Ricky, you don't have
time for this shit anyway.
Come on, let's go!
You're a f*ckin' as*h*le,
and you're a bigger
f*ckin' as*h*le.
You know what? I
didn't wanna be in this
stupid g*dd*mn
f*ckin' 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 f*cked, 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 f*ck! 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 f*ck! I
can't believe this!
How in the f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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, m*therf*cker!
Listen, Jennifer,
no f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 g*ons,
we're back!
Okay, hotshots!
You're not gonna believe
what just happened
to Seor 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.
f*ck you, Richie Spinz!
c*cksucker!
Arsehole!
f*ck Richie Spinz!
That coked up f*ck
actually said that?
Live on air?
Yes, he did.
c*cksucker!
What else did he say?
I don't know.
I don't even wanna
talk about it.
He f*ckin' went off, man.
He was talkin' about his jaw
and how f*cked he looked,
and that he was twiggling his
nuts the whole f*ckin' time,
and he may have ejasculated
in his pants even.
- What?!
- He's f*cked!
I didn't even hear that part!
Well, he said it. I was in
line at the liquor store,
the whole f*ckin' 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 f*cked.
- Ricky.
It's not f*cked, Ricky!
Richie Spinz can go pound sand
up the eye of his shrivelled up
f*ckin' cock is what
Richie Spinz can do!
He wouldn't know a good song if
it crawled up his Hawaiian shirt
and f*ckin' shit in his mouth.
I never liked that weird b*tch
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 f*ck!
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
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck. No. No.
If I had one of his
guitars I woulda,
I woulda sold it and
I'd be f*ckin' 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 f*ck, 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 f*cked
up tonight, Bubs,
you're driving home, buddy.
Ricky, don't get too f*cked up
so that you ruin
the g*dd*mn show.
[Ricky] This is gonna be
a f*ckin' shaker, man!
Holy f*ck, Bubs!
There it is, Bubbles
and The Shitrockers!
No, it says Shitrackers.
What the f*ck?
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 f*ckin'
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 f*ck 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 f*ckin'
awesome, man.
The least they coulda done is
hose the shit off the sign tho.
What the f*ck?
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 f*ckin' great.
Ricky, that's his stage
f*cking 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, f*ckin' 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 f*ck!
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 f*ck, 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck they're doin',
but, okay, if you
wanna be a roadie,
we'll call you Randy Roadie.
Alright, deal, Bubs!
Alright, well, start grabbin'
f*ckin' 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,
dr*gs 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 f*ck is that?
Shock?
Oh my f*ck!
He might've had nuts.
I might've been nuts.
No, it was the cats!
Shut the f*ck 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
f*ckin' 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!
f*cking 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! f*ck 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 f*ckin'
gigs in fourteen days.
That sounds like a dream
but she's a lot f*ckin'
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 f*ck.
Listen, man, I just
booked you a show
that I think you're gonna be
pretty f*ckin' excited about.
A show?
I thought last night
was the last one.
It is but this is a gig at
the f*ckin' penitentiary, man.
What? The penitentiary?
Yes, this is big time.
Guaranteed crowd.
A hundred f*ckin'
people, man, at least!
We can make some serious
f*ckin' 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!
f*ck you!
Kitties are so nice
Thank you!
Play something good,
for f*ck 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.
f*ck cats!
Cats can suck my f*cking d*ck!
Play some f*cking
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 f*ck!
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 m*rder*d
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
f*cking 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 f*cked 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 f*ck, boys!
We gotta up our game!
We're going to Europe!
Billy Bob Thornton!
- Holy f*ck!
- Holy f*ck!
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?
m*therf*ckers 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 f*ckin' cool!
I know, Ricky!
That's what I'm,
this is like a
real f*cking 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 g*ng!
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
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin'
bikes, man, in Amsterdam.
- They're f*cked!
- 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 f*cking 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 f*ckin' man.
And t*rror1st att*cks are
way down these days anyway.
t*rror1st att*cks?!
Oh my f*ck, I never
even thought of that!
No, that's what I'm saying,
there's nothing to worry about.
I mean, s*ab 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 f*ck!
IS IS and IRS,
when was the last time you
heard of them bombing anything?
- It's been a long f*ckin' time!
- Alright, that's-
That's enough!
Don't listen to him.
Let's go, Randy, before
I have a f*ckin' fit!
I mean, there is a sn*per
on the loose right now,
but I don't think it's not
gonna be where you're going.
A sn*per?!
- Ricky!
- You'll be fine!
What the f*ck's wrong with you?
I just want him to be
ready for anything.
What the f*ck? You're
scaring the f*ck out of him.
Bye guys!
You f*ckin' look
after him, Randy!
I'll try not to get my
f*ckin' head cut off!
Or picked off by a sn*per!
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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck!
Holy f*ck.
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 f*ck!
- 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 f*ck
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 f*ckin' left.
This guy's f*cked.
First show on the g*dd*mn
tour, and we're late as f*ck!
Jesus Christ, don't let
it get away on ya, Randy!
What the f*ck, boys,
cuttin' it a little
f*ckin' 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 f*cked 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 f*ckin' 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 k*ll 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 f*cking 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin'
excited to be here.
Are you kiddin' me?
I mean, anybody that
causes a prison riot
singing about whores and cats,
that's my f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' freaky,
I'm telling ya.
They're gonna love
your ass, Tubby.
Oh, Jesus f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 f*ck are
you talking about?
We're f*cking going.
It's f*cking Ronnie Wood.
No, boys, I just
got really tired.
I think I'm just gonna...
Bubbles, we're f*cking going.
Are you f*cking 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 f*ck. 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*cking
a*tillery r*fle 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin'
best shows we can play
is what we should be doing.
Like we sounded like
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' place.
It sounded like somebody
threw a pair of work boots
in the f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' band
and my name on it.
And if everything goes
wrong, who do people look at?
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin'
pressure is on a fellow
when he's the band leader.
You know? I mean, keepin'
everything organized
and keepin' everything
on the f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' fingers at.
It's me!
Bubbles is the
one who f*cked 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 f*ckin' drunks!
My g*dd*mn 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 f*ckin' awesome!
Those cats are
amazing and we're,
and we're so humble
to be with them.
Thank you so much!
Holy f*ck!
Boys! Boys! Holy f*ck!
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 f*ck?
That is f*cking 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 f*cking 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
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin'
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! f*ck it!
Have whatever you
want! We're partying!
We're partying!
What? What the
f*ck'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 f*ck is his problem?
What's his problem?
You guys drank
all Billy's stuff!
That's his problem.
Oh, it's the f*ckin' Green Room!
It's for everybody!
Oh, we partied with Billy,
he won't give a f*ck!
We did! We did!
Yeah, well he does
give a f*ck obviously!
Now we got a strike against us!
Correction, I got a strike!
f*ck!
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 f*ckin'
big time right here!
So is it like all of us
talking or just him or like-
This is so f*cking 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 w*r 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 f*ck are
you talkin' about?
What? What's the driver's?
What's he sayin', Randy?
Just, oh.
Oh my f*ck. 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 f*ck sakes.
Well at least he
hasn't been kidnapped.
No, at least not.
Oh, you know what? f*ck!
Can you call him back?
'Cause knowin' Randy he'll ask
him how to get a f*ckin' hot dog
and they'll end up in Frankfurt.
- You know what I mean?
- Yeah.
What in the serious
f*ck 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 f*ckin' minutes
downstairs to do their interview
and they're not f*ckin' happy!
Well, we didn't know that!
I'm sorry. We just-
Strike two!
Sorry about that.
Oh my f*ck!
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
f*ckin' 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 f*ckin'
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 f*ckin',
let's have a pint, boys.
Let's get some pints.
You know Randy, you're
actually f*cked in the head,
- you know that?!
- I'm not f*cked.
Raymond's like on his
f*cking, you know,
deal like ranting about
the whole f*cking deal.
So anyway, he says,
but all of a sudden she,
like, makes a squatter up
and f*ckin' loads one out about,
about like that he said.
A f*ckin' 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 f*ck'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 f*ck, eh?
Holy crap it is!
- It's Billy Bob Thornton.
- Yeah, right.
What the f*ck, 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.
f*ck. Well, I guess
that's the end of that.
Thanks a lot.
f*ck! Why would
you say his name?
They're trying to be incognito!
Frig sakes.
You just keep makin'
it worse, Randy.
Every f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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
f*ck you're doing up there,
stay the f*ck off
that stage. Period.
You sweaty little b*tch!
Hey! Don't be f*ckin'
pushing my friends!
What are you gonna do, hit me?
I don't want to
but if I have to,
I'll f*cking crank ya one!
Well if you do it better
be a f*cking good one
'cause it's about ready to
get f*cking 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 f*ckin' way, please?
He's gonna f*ckin' k*ll 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 f*ckin'
bullshit thing after another.
It's, it's f*ckin' 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
f*ckin' characters-
Whoa!
Holy f*ck! It's Bubbles!
No way.
Hey buddy, how's it goin'?
Bubs, how's it goin', man?
We're f*cked on mushrooms!
I wish you were here, buddy!
f*ck, 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! f*ck 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 f*ckin' trouble
keepin' the band in line.
And we royally
pissed off Billy Bob
and that f*ckin' Mayhue guy.
Mayhue?
What the f*ck is that
as*h*le doin' there?
He works for The Boxmasters,
and he's way f*ckin'
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 f*ck off?!
I'm on the other side of the
g*dd*mn f*ckin' 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
f*ckin' 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?
f*ck that, man!
Just f*ckin' quit and
come home! f*ck it!
I mean, no one here's
gonna call you a loser.
Hey, I'm not a quitter!
Ricky? What the f*ck
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 b*stards!
Oh my God.
They are right
f*ckin' out of 'er!
Right out of 'er!
This texture.
Stop f*ckin' 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 f*cking 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, f*ck 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 f*cked my f*ckin' dad!
Let me at the son of a b*tch!!
Frig off, man!
What the f*ck is goin' on?!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
This porky little b*tch
of yours banged my dad!
Danny! Look at me!
Shut the f*ck up!
What the f*ck's going on here?!
He banged my dad!
- He banged your dad?!
- Yeah!
Did you bang his f*ckin' dad?
I didn't bang him!
Mayhue! Mayhue! Get
the f*ck out here!
[Mayhue] What the
f*ck's going on here?
Give him the f*ckin' corn.
I didn't bang him, he banged me!
No f*cking banging
anybody, girlfriends
- or their f*ckin' dads.
- Jesus Christ!
Oh my God. I'm
sorry, everybody.
[Mayhue] It's your
last f*cking warning!
- Oh my God!
- Okay. So let's settle
the f*ck down.
And you're a f*ckin' 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 f*cked?
He banged my f*ckin' dad.
If you're gonna
stare down the barrel
of another man's meat m*ssile,
you better know
who the f*ck it is,
you sick m*therf*ckers!
Holy f*ck!
I'm sorry, Mayhue.
Oh my f*ck, Randy,
what did you do?!
Are you f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' eyes
on these f*ckin' 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 f*ck!
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 f*ck is that?
Nothing.
- Did you piss yourself?
- No.
Give me that!
You f*cking pissed your
pants in the g*dd*mn set!
No, I didn't,
I had a juice pack in my pocket.
It must have burst!
Jesus f*cking Christ.
That's it! Your f*cking
done. You're off the tour.
Strike three!
Frig off you big
bully. That's it!
Pants are comin' off!
Hey, f*ck off, Butterball!
I'll fight you too!
Leave him alone
you f*cking bully!
Errrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
Bubs!
Back off!
What the frig?
Holy shit, that
was straight 220!
Wake up.
Get him off my f*cking stage!
Holy f*ck, he shit himself!
Bubs wake up, buddy.
f*ckin' outta here. f*ck 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 f*ckin' embarrassment!
You don't know that
for sure, Bubs.
I mean, you know what? You
paid for them to get home.
Yeah, with every f*ckin' penny
I had to my g*dd*mn name.
I think you should call Julian.
He could probably help us.
No, I'm not calling Julian.
Not calling him 'cause
f*ckin' Ricky will be there
and I don't need him
saying 'atoadaso',
or whatever the f*ck 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
c*cksucker 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.
- f*ck!
That guy's definitely
a serial k*ller!
Yeah.
John Wayne Gacy's cousin.
His Scottish cousin.
[Randy] How much
further to London?
Further, Randy, a
lot f*ckin' further.
Bubbles, this thing's
4,000 years old,
can't we just stop for a second?
Don't give a f*ck, 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck!
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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' dime.
Holy f*ck!
- 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 f*ck
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] f*ck off!
Hey, you wanna party?
Go f*ck yourself!
No. You know what?
You know what?
f*ck 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 f*ckin'!
Suckin' and f*ckin'?
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 f*ckin' ocean!
What?!
You said you f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' better, man.
Oh my f*ck! 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 f*ck
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 f*ckin' human
eyeball, Julian. Okay.
Oh my God!
There's a sign that
says Whitechapel!
I'm right where f*ckin'
Jack the Ripper lives, boys!
Jack The Ripper?
Holy f*ck, man. Run!
He's f*ckin' crazy!
I saw a show on him.
He f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' phone booth.
Okay. Okay. Hurry, Julian.
Just f*ckin' hurry.
I knew I never should have
f*ckin' let him go over there
on his own, man,
I f*ckin' knew it.
Go get packed.
How in the f*ck are we gonna
afford tickets to a plane?
Judy can hook us up.
Who in the f*ck 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
f*cked up in London!
No big deal.
There's the chicken poster.
Holy f*ck!
Bubs?
f*ck, he's dead!
He's not dead. Bubs! Come on!
Let's get you outta there, man.
- Julian!
- It's us.
Thank f*ck you're okay, man.
I was worried about ya.
- You're here!
- Oh Jesus, Bubs.
You didn't run into that
Jack The Ripper c*cksucker,
did ya?
No.
f*ck, the way Julian was
talkin' you're in a w*r zone.
It's actually really
f*ckin' cool here.
It's a lot scarier at
night, boys, believe me.
Alright, let's get
the f*ck 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 f*ckin' meaty m*rder
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 f*ck 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 f*ck outta here.
We're gonna find him, Julian.
If we're staying
in London tonight,
we are definitely
getting f*cked up!
It'd be a shame to
come all this way
and not sample the
local dr*gs, boys.
Alright, let's get the rest
of these f*ckin' posters up.
And then can we
find a f*cking pub
where I can find some
rum, please, huh?
- Yes!
- Alright.
f*ckin' Randy.
Randy!
Who gives a f*ck?
Like f*ck him!
Hash, weed, mushrooms, anyone?
- You got hash?
- Let's go up there.
- Any weed? Mushrooms?
- Come on. Come on!
Does anybody in this
f*ckin' town have any hash?
Seen a guy, no shirt,
looks like a f*ckin'
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 f*ck?
Guarantee that's
where he's gonna be.
This is f*cked!
Well, Ricky, what
the f*ck do you...
Hang on.
It's an unknown number.
Well answer it. It
could be f*ckin' 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
f*ckin' car for us.
- What?
- Where the f*ck we goin'?
[Julian] My drink
is officially flat.
I need some dr*gs or this trip
has become a complete failure.
[Bubbles] Well, he said
it's a f*ckin' party, boys,
I'm sure there's dr*gs
and liquor in here.
Where the f*ck are we,
at The White House?
Wrong f*ckin' country, Rick.
Okay, hang on. Just wait.
Oh my f*ck, 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 d*ck 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 f*ck is that smell?
f*ck, boys!
Abbey Road Studio 2!
I was born with this skill
Holy f*ck!
- Ricky!
- What?
Cheap Trick are
sittin' right there.
Holy f*ck! Oh my...
The first time I
banged in my trunk
I was listening to your f*ckin'
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 f*ckin' easy, alright?
You guys gettin' something?
Yeah, shove the f*ck
over there, turtle tits.
What the f*ck?
Calm down, mate.
Why don't you go paint some
cocks on telephone poles
before I shove a fork right
through your f*ckin' nose!
Bring it, pretty boy.
f*ckin' bring it.
I'll f*ckin' end
ya, you little c**t.
- Oh, you're gonna end me?
- I'll put both of you f*ckin'...
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 sh*ts, please.
One second, Billy.
Yeah, okay.
Oh, Bub's! Holy
frig! How you doin'?
What the f*ck 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 f*ckin' abandoned him
by Jack The Ripper's house.
I should slap you tits right
off you fuckin as*h*le!
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 dr*gs
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 f*ck 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
f*ckin' 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.
f*ckin' Helix recorded here?
Not Helix, Ricky,
the greatest music of all time!
This is like, it's like
being in a f*ckin' 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 f*ck now!
What?!
Okay, strange things!
f*ck off!
Shut the f*ck up!
Just f*cking stop!
Okay. I need everybody
here to shut the f*ck up.
That's right, shut your
big f*ckin' fancy mouths.
Ricky, don't do this!
Bubs, I got this.
My name is Ricky, and you're
gonna shut the f*ck 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 f*ckin' face.
That's my best friend
over there, Bubbles.
He's been kind of f*cked
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.
f*ck.
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 f*ck up here, you
scarf wearing old c**t.
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, d*ck Clamp.
All right.
There you go, mate.
Try this.
Alright.
Are you sure you know what
the f*ck you're doin'?
Like shouldn't he be singin'
into the top of that?
- Ricky. Ricky.
- Ah...
He knows what the
f*ck he's doin'.
It's Eddie Kramer.
He recorded f*ckin' Jimi
Hendrix and Led Zeppelin.
And The Rolling Stones
and The Beatles.
Did you ever record
Helix or Trooper?
Never.
Well, I'm not f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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
f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*ck, that's
turnin' into a song!
Oh my God!
Yes! Yeah, that's nice that.
What?
Nice. Nice.
f*ck! 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 f*ck!
[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
f*ckin' weird,
you know, but...
I mean, who's not?
It was f*ckin' 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 w*r.
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 f*ckin',
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 f*ckin' said
"Suck my nuts from
Sunday to Monday
'cause it's not true."
And it happened!
It f*ckin' 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
f*ck, 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 g*ons.
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 b*llet!
By Bubbles!
Lay off the cocaine, buddy.
Boom goes the dynamite!
Richie, you need help.
I know.
f*ck!
- Oh f*ck!
- What the f*ck?
f*ck! f*ck!
Jesus Christ!
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