After Elizabeth's husband dies, she begins to play her tenor saxophone again, and remembers when she was 15 and a member of the Blonde Bombshells, an all-girl (with one exception) swing band. Accompanied by the exception and urged on by her grand-daughter, Elizabeth hunts up all the old members of the band and urges them to perform, and in doing so, learns more than she knew about the band, its members, the roses on the drum set, and herself--the last of the Blonde Bombshells. Written by
It's never too late for an encore.
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When the girls are walking across the rubble after the bombings we see one of the girls in a red coat wearing trainers. See more
So you were the only man in the band?
Just me and all those chicks.
Oh do you mind? I'm not and never have been a chick.
How did you get the job?
Well, they couldn't find a girl who played the drums. I had a quiet word with Betty the Bandleader, two pairs of nylon stockings and the job was mine.
Also he was on the run.
Also I was on the run.
Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree
Music by Sam H. Stept
Lyrics by Lew Brown
and Charles Tobias
Performed by The Blonde Bombshells See more