The Full Monty is a 1997 British comedy film directed by Peter Cattaneo, starring Robert Carlyle, Mark Addy, William Snape, Steve Huison, Tom Wilkinson, Paul Barber, and Hugo Speer. The screenplay was written by Simon Beaufoy. The film is set in Sheffield, England, and it tells the story of six unemployed men, four of them former steel workers, who decide to form a male striptease act (à la Chippendale dancers) in order to gather enough money to get somewhere else and for main character, Gaz, to be able to see his son. Gaz declares that their show will be better than the Chippendales dancers because they will go "the full monty" — strip all the way — hence the film's title. Despite being a comedy, the film also touches on serious subjects such as unemployment, fathers' rights, depression, impotence, homosexuality, obesity, working class culture and suicide. The film was rated a 15 in Britain for frequent strong language.
The Full Monty was a major critical success upon release and an unexpected international commercial success, grossing over $250 million becoming the highest grossing film in the UK until it was outsold by Titanic from a budget of only $3.5 million. It was ultimately nominated for the Academy Awards for Best Picture, Best Director, Best Original Screenplay and Best Original Music Score, winning the latter.
Crack you like a twig
You're like a faggot rockin' the wig
I'm the adopted kid who knocks you stepchild
Your real mom's a pig
Thats how I classify these dumb crowds
A bunch of scumbags quick to pull a gat
But look at that, your gun jams you cunt rag
You come in handy when the pussy's bleeding
But you the pussy bleeding right now
But no you ain't dreaming
Just because we white just doesn't mean we ain't scheming
How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons?
You be the type to smoke with cats
That think they blunts a seaman
We hit your wife off and barely heard that slut screaming
PCP and marijuana had a dusty meeting last evening
Oh shit I think your mom's beeping
Word thats her number no doubt
Yo I'ma break out
First I get some chinese take out
And scope jake out
Park out on the corner of your mothers building waiting for me
But I broke out before the story
And those devils never saw me
To my kids sold in sheets
Rap freaks
All you tricks in heat
We'll crack your beef for being sweet
Don't even try to sleep I'm full length
You're a snip of tape
I been in state but you tradin' jakes
While your ass inflates
My dictates what a fag you are
Up and drag stag in zanzibar
Rocking tennis shots
I'm pro what comes sports
Like a benetaur
Fuck a figure 'fore
I lace it with a cleated shirt
Smoke a fucking pound and watch these cats go berserk
I terrorize whole cities - you 'bout to feel my work
Mexican cats in shades Heavy D ate my blades
Feather-base pumps like Flavor Flav
I shed scenes on dark days
Friend of all angels on fatal car chase
Drive through the flatlands til I hit ralph
Caught the stench of the rotten projects
Bagger left and I'm out
Non-Phixion be the full monty
Saw ya off like Vinnie Ponty
I'm Noam Chomsky, nah
Fucking like Phil Bronski
I'm ill constantly
Kill with the velocity T3
Three years before the movie got out
And Ja Rule be with the gat out gotta give a shout out
To Goretex and Teikei engineerin' this, steerin' this
Just like a love boat
Or William S Borroughs' rough coat
Smell the gun smoke
You get thug broke
Like uncut coke
With no client to sell it to
Internal Revenue
There's many levels to the train of thought
We taking over airports
Get slain for sport
Probably share recourse like Puffy