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Clips from Annie

Short Films 1976 3 min 1,333 clips
The sun 'll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There 'll be sun
Just thinking about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs And the sorrow
Till there's none
When I'm stuck with a day That's gray and lonely
I just stick out my chin
And grin and say
Oh, the sun'll come out tomorrow
So you gotta hang on till tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love ya, tomorrow
You're only a day away
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love ya, tomorrow
You're only a day
A Way
Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straightening his tie
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She's sitting playing piano
He's sitting paying a bill
Betcha they're young Betcha they're smart
Bet they collect things Like ashtrays and art
Betcha they're good Why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake was giving up me
So maybe now it's time
And maybe when I wake
They'll be there calling me baby
Maybe
Annie!
Annie!
It's okay. Everything's gonna be all right.
There, there.
It was only a dream, Molly. It's all right.
How am I supposed to get any sleep?
It was only a dream. Everything's all right.
Molly shouldn't be in this room.
She's a baby. She cries all the time.
She wets the bed.
I do not!
You're the one who shouldn't be in here!
- Brat, stop! - We're gonna get in trouble.
Go, Duffy! Go!
Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness!
Cut it out!
I mean it! Do you want Miss Hannigan to come in?
Go back to bed.
Now. Or you'll have me to deal with.
Blow it out of your old Wazoo.
Close your eyes. Think about your folks.
You're the only one who has folks. Mine are dead.
Think of folks who want to adopt you...
Betcha he reads Betcha she sews
Maybe she's made me A closet of clothes
Maybe they're strict
As straight as a line
Don't really care As long as they're mine
Oh, my goodness.
So maybe now this prayer's
The last one of its kind
Won't you please Come get your baby?
Did I hear singing in here?
All right. Fine.
Since we're all so wide awake!
Get up! Get out of bed!
Clean up this mess! Get dressed!
...my little pig droppings. Or kill, kill, kill!
...your backsides will.
Understand?
Yes, Miss Hannigan.
- What do we say, Annie? - I love you, Miss Hannigan.
Why any kid would want to be an orphan is beyond me.
It's the hard-knock life for us
Instead of treated We get tricked
Instead of kisses We get kicked
It's the hard-knock life
Got no folks to speak of
So it's the hard-knock row we hoe
Cotton blankets instead of wool
Empty bellies instead of full
It's the hard-knock life
Don't it feel like the wind Is always howling?
Don't it seem like There's never any light?
Once a day, don't you want To throw the towel in?
It's easier than putting up a fight
No one's there When your dreams at night get creepy
No one cares if you grow Or if you shrink
No one dries When your eyes get red and weepy
From the crying you would think This place would sink
Empty belly life
Rotten smelly life
Full of sorrow life
No tomorrow life
Santa Claus we never see
Santa Claus, what's that? Who's he?
No one cares for you a smidge
When you're in an orphanage
It's the hard-knock life
You'll stay up till this dump...
...shines like the top of the Chrysler Building.
Kill, kill.
Yank the whiskers from her chin
Little pig droppings
Jab her with a safety pin
Rotten orphans.
Make her drink a Mickey Finn
- Nobody loves you. - I love you, Miss Hannigan.
Get to work!
Strip that bed!
Scrub that floor!