The Mighty Wurlitzer
By Spike Milligan
Broadcast 2rd January 1956 (series 6 episode 16)
Greenslade:This is the BBC Home Service. Hip. Hip.
Greenslade: Oh, what fun we are having. Listeners will you excuse this breach of Corporation discipline, but, well - it is the festive season so whoopee! (Finger in mouth wobble)
Secombe: Mr. Greenslade! Stop taking those naughty elderly men's get fit hormones.
Greenslade: Get knotted, little Welsh bum.
Secombe: What what what what what? Have a care, large bloated-type announcing gentleman or I'll belt the back of that great fat greasy nut of yours.
Greenslade: Don't speak to me in those severe overtones. I'll have you know that I've been very ill. In fact I was at death's door twice.
Secombe: Why didn't you knock. Enough of this Noel Coward-type dialogue. Remove those stained-glass corsets and give the listening listeners the old posh wireless chat there Wal. Go on there Wal.
Greenslade: Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the extraordinary talking-type wireless Goon Show.
Secombe: Hip Hip.
Secombe: Thank you. Tonight's play was written by that great homeless author Lucky 'Smiling Jim' Milligan, the darling of Coventry, now living in a damp leather wellington boot off the coast of Highgate.
Milligan: Ooooooh yes. Tonight I present my masterpiece entitled 'The Mighty Wurlitzer'. .
Orchestra: Crashing descending chords.
Grams: Organ playing
Milligan: (acid) Hear that sound, listeners? Ha ha.
Seagoon: Yes, we can all hear it - Bach's Tocata and Fugue - by Batch. Written especially for Reg Dixon and his Blackpool Tower. It was that music that meed me mooned to tik up the organ - but that started many years ago in the Rhonda Valley bach.
Orchestra: 'Sospan Bach' motif.
Fx: Very heavy door rattling door opens.
Milligan: Hear that sound listeners? A door.
Seagoon: (coming in) Sospach Bach an...
Mai Jones: Who's that?
Seagoon: I just brought your saucepan bach. Ha ha ha.
Mai Jones: Oh, it's Neddie son bach back from the pit bach. You're back from the pit early bach?
Seagoon: Yes I found a piece of coal so they sent me home.
Mai Jones: Oh lovely. Now sit down on Grandad and eat your nice reeking black bread and goat pie bach.
Seagoon: You killed the goat for Christmas bach?
Mai Jones: We had to he ate the turkey see, only way we could get it back bach.
Seagoon: Puss, puss, come here, puss bach.
Milligan: Meiouw, meiouw bach.
Seagoon: (dry) That's the first time I've heard a cat bark.
Fx: Door opens. Galloping coconut shells fast.
Eccles: Hello, Neddie bach.
Seagoon: Oh, it's Eccles, the brains.
Eccles: Hello Nedieee - hello Nedieeee.
Seagoon: What the hell are you talking about?
Eccles: I've been taking talking lessons - Nallo Neddie, I'm going ter be an actor. To be or not to be, that is the question.
Seagoon: Shakespeare, eh?
Eccles: No, dat was Hamlet.
Seagoon: Have you seen Richard the Third?
Eccles: Oh No - he died before I was born.
Seagoon: Dead? He can't be - why, only last week I saw him in a picture.
Eccles: Must have been an old one. Friends, Romans and countrymen... and those living in Coventry. Lend me your ears. I come to...
Seagoon: Shut up, Eccles.
Eccles: Shut up, Eccles. Whoaa, that's me!
Mai Jones: Neddie, what's this I hear? You playing the organ in the chapel?
Seagoon: Oh yes, moam - play it lovely I do.
Mai Jones: Oh, then why have half the congregation changed their religion?
Seagoon: They don't appreciate a musical genius. You'll see, one day I'll be another Reg the Dixon - another Sandy the MacNabs.
Fx: Heavy door knob rattling. Door opens.
Milligan: Hear that sound, listeners? A door.
Greenslade:(English) Good evening, Mrs. Seagoon bach. Look you, 'tis I, isn't it bach.
Seagoon: (dry) Who're you kidding?
Mai Jones: It's Greenslade the voice from under milkwood - lovely man he is too. Pull up Eccles and sit down.
Greenslade: Sorry, bach. Mrs. Seagoon, may I see you alone?
Mai Jones: Ohhh, you devil, and my husband still in the house as well.
Greenslade: Madam, I came here merely to discuss Neddie. The villagers have sent me here with this money to send Neddie away for a musical education... (Goes off talking) We realise that he has.
Seagoon: And so Eccles and I left the village - as we reached the top of the hill we turned and waved and the villagers replied.
Grams: Rifle shots. Ricochets in foreground.
Milligan: Hear that sound, dear listeners? Ha ha.
Greenslade: For years we heard nothing from Neddie, and then one day...
Mai Jones: We heard nothing from him again.
Grams: Welsh Male Voice Choir gently singing
Greenslade:We put a light in the window - nothing much happened - except the house burnt down. The first people to see him again were two gentlemen purchasing arms for the Egyptians.
Grams: OLD MOTOR CAR.
Grytpype: Yes, Moriarty and myself were searching the North African deserts for old derelict tanks and guns.
Moriarty: (sings) I'm walking backwards for Christmas across the Irish sea.
Grytpype: Stop the car. Stop the car.
Grams: car stops dead.
Grytpype: I thought I saw a Greek urn buried in the sand.
Moriarty: What's a Greek earn?
Grytpype: It's a vase made by Greeks for carrying liquids.
Moriarty: I didn't expect that answer.
Grytpype: Neither did quite a few smart alec listeners. Drive on Moriarty..., no wait... listen.
Grams: The organ approaching at speed - and passes.
Milligan: Hear that sound, listeners?
Moriarty: By the great bursting sweaters of Sabrina - did you see that Grytpype?
Grytpype: Gad, yes - a man driving a cinema organ at speed.
Moriarty: I can't understand it, the nearest Odeon is at Clapham.
Grytpype: The poor devil's lost.
Moriarty: Lost? Sapristi Noblers, what's a cinema organist doing in the Sahara Desert?
Grytpype: It might be Sandy on holiday.
Moriarty: It's always Sandy on holiday in the Sahara. Look, he's turning round. He's coming back.
Grams: Organ approaches and slows down.
Grytpype: Quick, Moriarty, put on evening dress - it's a white man.
Seagoon: I say - hello there.
Grytpype: We say hello there, too. Have a statue of George the Third.
Seagoon: No thanks, they give me a headache.
Grytpype: Oh, bad luck.
Seagoon: Needle nardle noo. I saw you parked here, thought you might be having trouble with your car.
Moriarty: We are.
Seagoon: What's wrong?
Moriarty: We can't keep up the instalments.
Seagoon: When did you buy it?
Grytpype: I say, aren't you Ned Seagoon, the colden-voiced coon?
Seagoon: Yes, that's me.
Grytpype: At last we meet then, face to face.
Seagoon: Horrible isn't it?
Grytpype: Only for me.
Seagoon: Remains to be seen.
Seagoon: A turkey after Christmas. Ha ha.
Grytpype: Man to man, Neddie, how's the record selling?
Seagoon: It's number scrimpson scree and throo on Housewives' Choice and third on the...
Moriarty: Stop this crazy-type talking - let's get going, Grytpype. My wife is waiting for you to come home.
Grytpype: Not so fast, crazy-type frog-eater. Neddie? Allow me to introduce my heavily-oiled friend, Count Fred Moriarty, crack leather bucaine player and voted Mr. Thin Legs of 1912.
Moriarty: Correction please, Mr Thin Leg.
Moriarty: Yes, I only entered one. Now Seagoon - tell us, what is that fifty-ton brass-bound contraption you're driving?
Seagoon: It's a Wurlitzer.
Moriarty: We thought it was a mirage.
Seagoon: A mirage? I've never heard of that make. Ha ha.
Grytpype: Gad, what wit. You're not the famous Evelyn Waugh, are you?
Seagoon: Heavens no, I wasn't born till 1918.
Grytpype: Then you must be the famous 1918 Waugh.
Seagoon: Needle nardle noo.
Cast: (sharp) Hooray.
Grytpype: Glad we all agree. While the listeners are wondering what this all means - here is Max Geldray to pay his perforated Arabian neck twig and steam boot.
Max Geldray and Orchestra - "I'm in the mood for love"
Greenslade:The Mighty Wurlitzer, Part Two, hip hip.
Greenslade: Ta. It did not take long for Grytpype-Thynne to realise that Neddie's mighty high-speed organ would make good gun barrels for the tanks now waiting at Antwerp for shipment to Egypt.
Seagoon: Mr Grytpype-Thynne and Mr Thin Leg of 1912 took me to lunch at the swank Hotel des Wogs in Cairo.
Grams: Wog Trio.
Grytpype: Ahh, did you enjoy the meal, Neddie?
Seagoon: You ask me why I only play my organ whilst travelling at speed - or faster - well, I didn't want people to copy my technique - didn't like them looking over my shoulder - so the answer was, keep moving.
Moriarty: You are brilliant - the cleverest idiot I have met.
Seagoon: Then you haven't met the man who pumps the organ - Eccles?
Fx: Fast coconut shells.
Eccles: Hello, Neddie. Now is the winter of our discontent...
Seagoon: Shut up, Eccles.
Eccles: Shut, up, Eccles.
Seagoon: Shut up.
Eccles: Shut up.
Grytpype: Sit down, Mr. Eccles. Now that you're here you can do something useful.
Grytpype: Go away. No, better still, put this to your head and pull the trigger.
Fx: Pistol shot.
Grytpype: Thank you. Now Neddie, I suppose you're wondering why we brought you here.
Seagoon: I've been wondering why you brought me here.
Grytpype: Neddie, Neddie, we've heard you play the organ and we don't think you have it.
Seagoon: Rubbish. Next to Reg Dixon I'm the greatest player in the world.
Moriarty: Nonsense, Ena Baga could play better than you.
Seagoon: I'd like to hear Ena Baga try it.
Moriarty: Little tone-deaf lad, I am an authority on organ playing. You haven't a hope in the world of becoming a great player.
Seagoon: What! (Sobs) Oh, what a terrible turribule shock, ten years I've studied organ playing in the Sahara and now... failure... and sunburn... I ask you... what can I do with my fifty-ton brass-bound organ?
Grytpype: May I make a suggestion?
Seagoon: (suspicious) What?
Grytpype: Well you could be the first man to break the world's land speed record in a Wurlitzer.
Seagoon: I've never heard such a ridiculous idea.
Grytpype: Neither have I, but there it is.
Moriarty: Neddie, if you did this thing, it would make Reg Dixon green with envy lad.
Seagoon: Mmm, that sounds interesting. What do you say, Eccles?
Eccles: Nuttin', I'm dead.
Seagoon: And it suits you.
Eccles: And it suits you too.
Grytpype: Stop this crazy-type humour. Answer, do you want to break the land speed record in a Wurlitzer?
Seagoon: Alright, what have I to lose?
Moriarty: Good work, Grytpype, we've got him. Ha ha ha.
Grytpype: Moriarty:[singing]"April in Paris".
Orchestra: Rising Chord Link
Seagoon: By raising an overdraft at the Bank of Jerusalem. No mean feat in itself. I shipped my organ and its crew to Daytona beach America for its record run. There we engaged the world's greatest military organ engineer.
Orchestra: Bloodnok Theme
Bloodnok: Whoooaaaaarggghh Slud Ban Dweee, that's better.
Moriarty: Don't come near me. (Plot, whisper) Bloodnok, remember, loosen all the nuts and bolts so that when he is travelling at speed the whole organ falls to pieces.
Bloodnok: Thank you for telling me the plot. Now, what about the moolah?
Moriarty: No money until the sabotage is dcm2.
Bloodnok: What?? Great steaming heaps of green splat. (Chicken clucking noise)
Moriarty: Stop using that foul language.
Seagoon: Hello, I presume you're Major Bloodnok come to help me maintain my organ.
Bloodnok: I am - and how is the Wurlitzer this morning?
Seagoon: Running like a bird. [Clucking] I warmed her up with Handel's Largo - then two laps with Reg Dixon's Blackpool Nights Medley.
Bloodnok: What melody are you playing for the record run?
Seagoon: Twelfth Street Rag - it's the fastest tune in the world.
Bloodnok: Well, to wish you luck I'll have a nip of brandy. Are you going to have a tiny tot?
Seagoon: If I did it would be the sensation of the medical world.
Bloodnok: Oh, you naughty-type Wurlitzer player you!
Seagoon: Major, I want you to meet my organ pumper, Eccles.
Eccles: Hello, Major.
Bloodnok: Private Eccles...
Eccles: Private Eccles
Bloodnok: ...me old batman you remember me, Major Bloodnok?
Eccles: I remember you, you're Major Bloodnok. Ha ha.
Bloodnok: Aeiough. Do you remember the good times we had?
Eccles: I remember the good times we had.
Bloodnok: Remember that Naafi bird?
Eccles: I remember that Naafi bird.
Bloodnok: What was her name - Filthy Gladys?
Eccles: Her name was Filthy Gladys.
Bloodnok: Course you were too young to enjoy it - oh, me and the lads had a wonderful time with her.
Eccles: Yer, you and the lads had a wonderful time wid her.
Bloodnok: Yes; oh, I wonder what became of old Filthy Gladys.
Eccles: I married her - and then I deserted.
Bloodnok: Deserted? Then why are you wearing that military medal?
Eccles: All my clothes are at the laundry.
Bloodnok: Heavens, you mean they accepted them?
Eccles: Only for burning.
Bloodnok: Of course, of course
Seagoon: Ha ha - all was set, then. Tomorrow, the world's land speed record for Wurlitzers - in the meantime, Ray Ellington will play his canvas porridge bin and oiled groin brush.
Ray Ellington "Late Night Final"
Greenslade:The Mighty Wurlitzer, part the three. Hip Hip
Greenslade:Ta. Next morning on Daytona Beach a shock was in store for Neddie.
Fx: Tapping and filing. Min Sings
Seagoon: Yes. To my horror a second great organ, the festival organ, was being prepared for an attack on the world's land speed record.
Fx: Tapping and filing. Min Sings
Minnie Bannister: Bom Bom biddle bo...
Henry Crun: Stop that sinful sexy crazy American-type modern rhythm singing
Minnie Bannister: Ahhh, you're corny buddy. Remember what Jim Davidson said, get modern in six weeks or get out. [sings] Have you ever heard two love birds talk, yakka bacca cooo...etc
Henry Crun: Listen, you mustn't talk like that to me I'm a friend of Paul Fennelly
Minnie Bannister: ...naughty... [continues singing]
Henry Crun: Stop it Min, you're driving me into a frenzy of evil dancing.
Minnie Bannister: No, I'm not going to stop my rhytmm...
Henry Crun: Minnie Bannister: [Arguing furiously]
Henry Crun: Minnie Bannister: [Arguing furiously]
Henry Crun: Minnie Bannister: [Arguing furiously]
Henry Crun: (hysteria) Stop it I say - ahhhh - stop that crazy rhythm, you sinful woman -Min - stop it. now let me get on with the work. Have you cleared that E flat pipe yet?
Minnie Bannister: Yes buddy - try it.
Grams: ONE OR TWO TOOTS ON ORGAN.
Milligan: Hear that sound, listeners - huh?
Henry Crun: Eureka! It's clear, Mm - it sounds real cool. Get your woollen crash helmet on - I'm taking it out on the trial run.
Minnie Bannister: You're taking my crash helmet on a trial?
Henry Crun: No, no, Min. Now get in, buddy - hold tight.
Grams: Motor car starting. Progression of gear changing into different speed organ tunes (goes into distance with Minnie singing).
Seagoon: Great wrinkled things. Did you see that, Moriarty?
Moriarty: Yes, I saw that, Moriarty.
Seagoon: Another organ trying to break the record. This is more than fat and bone can stand. Any of you spectators have any knowledge of that organ?
Bluebottle: Yes - I have certain knowledges. Large amounts of your Archers are in the audience. Enter Bluebottle.
Seagoon: Ah, it is a little cardboard East Finchley mechanic.
Seagoon: Lad lad lad, now tell me, what speed does Mr. Crun's organ do?
Bluebottle: No, I shall not telle-d you, I have been sworn to secrency by Mr. Crunge and Miss Ballistrade.
Seagoon: Lad lad lad, tell me, and these two ounces of cardboard brandy balls are yours.
Bluebottle: Oooh, cardboard brandy balls. Thank you. Thinks, with these type sweets my prestige will increase at school, yes. Eh, thinks again, if I gave one of them to Winnie Hemp. it might act like a love philtre on her. And then hehhhh ehhh~
Seagoon: Thinks. You dirty little devil.
Bluebottle: Thinks. Are you referring to me?
Seagoon: Thinks. Yes I am.
Bluebottle: Thinks. You big fat steaming nit you.
Seagoon: Thinks. Take that.
Fx: Wallop. Try a flat newspaper on a wood board.
Bluebottle: Thinks. 0000ooohhhhhhh.
Seagoon: There, there, don't take it so hard, it was only in thinks.
Bluebottle: Mmm, thinks, doesn't say anything, just thinks.
Seagoon: Here, lad - here are the brandy balls - how fast does Mr. Crun's Wurlitzer go?
Bluebottle: I will tell you. Eighty mumph.
Bluebottle: Yes. M.P.H. Mumph.
Seagoon: Gad. Gid. Mine's only ever done 50 mphs!
Moriarty: Then it must be destroyed! This means more scrap for us, listeners. Here, Ned, put this bomb in their E flat organ pipe.
Seagoon: I'm too fat to get in that.
Moriarty: Let's see now, who's thin enough . . . Mmm -
Bluebottle: Can I go home now, capatain, I got my...
Seagoon: Yes you...
Grams: Whoosh away.
Bluebottle: (miles away) Goodbye.
Seagoon: Bluebottle, come down off that Mount Everest.
Bluebottle: No no no - you will dead me - 'blange' you will go, and I will be blanged.
Seagoon: Here's a picture of Sabrina.
Bloodnok: Where where???
Seagoon: Bloodnok, Bloodnok, throw that sofa away! Bloodnok, Bloodnok come here, you'll do. Now put this bomb in Mr Crun's Wurlitzer.
Bloodnok: What? I'll do it, but for fifty pounds.
Seagoon: Gad. There are no flies on you.
Bloodnok: I know, but they'll be back in the spring.
Seagoon: There, fifty pounds in used custard.
Grams: Crun's organ drives up to a stop.
Minnie Bannister: Ahh - we've just done sixty miles an hour, buddy.
Seagoon: I'll beat that. Stand aside. So saying, I sprang into the cockpit of my Wurlitzer.
Grams: ORgan starts up - then falls to pieces. Sound of great hollow organ pipes hitting the concrete pavements.
Moriarty: Hoee arr, good work, Bloodnok.
Seagoon: (approach) Oohh oh, cruel, cruel fate. My Wurlitzer - fallen to pieces.
Henry Crun: Then we hold the record for Wurlitzers. Whooppeee!
Seagoon: No, I'll not be forestalled or fivestalled, out of my way.
Bloodnok: So saying, he sprang into Crun's Wurlitzer and strapped himself to the leather playing seat.
Grams: Starts up. Drives away.
Moriarty: Bloodnok, Did you remember to put the bomb in?
Bloodnok: Er, let me think, I, I...
Greenslade:And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how Neddie Seagoon broke the world altitude record for organs. Good Night.
Greenslade:That was The Goon Show - a BBC recorded programme featuring Peter Sellers, Harry Secombe and Spike Milligan with the Ray Ellington Quartet and Max Geldray. The orchestra was conducted by Wally Stott. Script by Spike Milligan. Announcer: Wallace Greenslade. The programme was produced by Peter Eton.
Orchestra: 'Crazy Rhythm' playout.
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