Plot
A satirical glimpse at the early 21st century in which impressionists Phil Cornwell and John Sessions send up celebrity culture, including: Keith Richards and Mick Jagger, who run a corner shop; Jack Nicholson and Al Pacino, who rub shoulders in a leafy lane in suburbia; and David Bowie, who has his underpants starched and ironed by an uptight cockney charlady named Mrs. Huggett. Megastars come and go, but nothing escapes the watchful eye of their long-suffering neighbor, Michael Caine.
Keywords: alternative-comedy, madonna, mick-jagger, place-name-in-title, street-in-title
1, 2, 3, 4... Who's hiding behind your door?
Sir Michael Caine, CBE (born Maurice Joseph Micklewhite; 14 March 1933) is an English actor.
Caine is one of two actors nominated for an Academy Award for acting in every decade from the 1960s to 2000s, the other one being Jack Nicholson. In 2000, Caine was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II in recognition of his contribution to cinema.
Caine was born in St Olave's Hospital, Rotherhithe, Southwark in South East London, the son of Ellen Frances Marie (née Burchell; 1900-1989), a cook and charwoman, and Maurice Joseph Micklewhite, a fish market porter. His father was of English, Irish, and, reportedly, Irish Traveller ancestry. Caine was brought up in his mother's Protestant religion (his father was Catholic).
Caine grew up in Southwark, South London, and during the Second World War he was evacuated to North Runcton near King's Lynn in Norfolk. After the war, when his father was demobilised, the family was rehoused by the council in Marshall Gardens at the Elephant and Castle in a pre-fabricated house made in Canada, as much of London's housing stock had been damaged during the Blitz in 1940-41.
(Smyth/Woodgate)
(I am Michael Caine)
He's walking where I'm afraid I don't know
I see the firemen jumping from the windows
There's panic and I hear somebody scream
(aaaah)
He picks up useless paper
And puts it in my pocket
I'm trying very hard to keep my fingers clean
I can't remember tell me what's his name
(My name is Michael Caine)
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
The sun is laughing its another broken morning
I see a shadow and call out to try and warn him
He didn't seem to hear
Just turned away
The quiet fellow follows and points his fingers
Straight at you
He had to sacrifice his pride yes throw it all away
(I am Michael Caine)
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
His days are numbered he walks round and round in circles
There is no place he can ever call his own
He seems to jump at the sound of the phone
Staring out the window there's nothing he can now do
All he wanted was to remain sane
He can't remember his own name
(My name is Michael Caine)
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
And all I wanted was a word or photograph
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
And all I wanted was a word or photograph
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
He's walking where i'm afraid i don't no
i see the firemen jumping from the windows
(there's panic and i hear somebody scream)
he picks up useless paper and puts it in my pocket
i'm trying very hard to keep my fingers clean
(i can't remember tell me what's his name?)
and all i wanted was a word - a photograph to keep at home
and all i wanted was a word - a photograph to keep
the sun is laughing it's another broking morning
i see a shadow and call out to try and warn him
(he didn't seem to hear just turn away)
the quit fellows follows
points his fingers straight at you
he had to sacrifice his pride - yes
throw it away
and all i wanted ...
his days are numbered he walks round and round in circles
there is no place he can ever call his own
(he semm's to jump at the sound of the phone)
staring out the window
there's nothing he can now do
all he wanted was to remain in sane
(he can't remember his own name)
I gotta tell you, I've got opportunities
I got that feeling that everything will be alright
I've got something to offer do you follow me
I've got the sunshine so come outside and you will see
I talk in Italian and I drive a mini car all the time
I wear my glasses and my ass is always on the line
I'm getting a spear thrown at me every which way
Which way I go, and I got the ladies falling at my feet
That cant be bad.
This time in the morning,
I know you got me yawning for you
Mmmmmm Michael Caine
This time baby I know I think I maybe like you
Mmmmmm Michael Caine
There's Mona Lisa, she's always got a lot to say
She's such a teaser I'll get her on another day
She sells something and no one seems to know that
She'll make her money by lying naked on her back
She's in a raincoat under a candy colored neon light
She's got my lipstick on and black eyeliner in her eyes
I got her attention now she wants me to be her teacher
She's got me hooked and now I'm educating Rita