2001: Live in Las Vegas! (2001)

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Micky, Davy, Peter: The Monkees!

“Woo!”

Take the last train to Clarksville
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty
’Cause I’ve made your reservation
Don’t be slow
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

’Cause I’m leaving in the morning
And I must see you again
We’ll have one more night together (Train)
’Til the morning brings my train
And I must go
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
And I’ll meet you at the station (Train)
We’ll have time for coffee-flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation, oh
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, ah

Di-di di-di di-di di-di
Di-di di-di di-di di-di
Di-di di-di di-di di-di di

Di-di di-di di-di di-di
Di-di di-di di-di di-di
Di-di di-di di-di di-di di

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
Now I must hang up the phone (Train)
I can’t hear you in this
Noisy railroad station all alone
I’m feelin’ low
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home
Ah
(Train)

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
And I’ll meet you at the station (Train)
You can be here by four-thirty
’Cause I’ve made your reservation
Don’t be slow
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
The last train to Clarksville (Train)
The last train, last train, last train
Take the last train

“Oh!”

Walk out, girl, don’t you walk out
’Cause we’ve got things to say
Talk out, let’s have a talk out
And things will be okay

I say girl (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
I don’t want to fight (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
But I’m a little bit wrong (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
And you’re a little bit right (La, la-la, la-la la-la)

Well, I said girl (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
You know that it’s true (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
Well, it’s a little bit me (It’s a little bit me)
It’s a little bit you, too

“Yip-yip-yip-yee! Ah ha-ha!”

I don’t know just what I said wrong
But girls, I apologize
Don’t go, here’s where you belong
So wipe your tears from your eyes

I said girls (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
I don’t want to fight (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
But I’m a little bit wrong (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
And you’re a little bit right (La, la-la, la-la la-la)

Well, I say girls (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
You know that it’s true (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
Well, it’s a little bit me (It’s a little bit me)
And it’s a little bit you (“Woo!”), too

[break]
“Ah-ha-ha-ha-hey!”
“Hey!”
“Ye-ye-ye-yah!”
“Ariba!”
“Hoo-ah! Hoo-ah!”
“Maria!”
“Ariba, ariba!”
“Andale, ah!”
“Evanco!”
“Woo, hey hey!”
“Hey!”
“Andale, andale!”
“Ye-ye-yehaw!”
“Wah-hey!”
(etc)

I said girl (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
I don’t want to fight (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
Well, I’m a little bit wrong (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
And you’re a little bit right (La, la-la, la-la la-la)

Well, I say girls (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
You know that’s true (La, la-la, la-la la-la)
Well, it’s a little bit me (A little bit me)
And it’s a little bit you, too

Well, it’s a little bit me (Ah, a little bit me)
A little bit you (Ah, a little bit you)
A little bit me (Ah, a little bit me)
A little bit you (Ah, a little bit you)
A little bit me (Ah, a little bit me)
A little bit you (Ah, a little bit you)
Well, it’s a little bit me (Ah, a little bit me)
And it’s a little bit you… tequila

Micky: Way back in the year 1967 or so, I had the pleasure of going over to England, over the great pond to the U.K. where I met the members of another group. They were called The Beatles. One night, they threw us a party. I don’t remember much about the party; I’m told I had a great time. But after the party, I wrote this song, and I do remember that. I hope.

She’s a wonderful lady, and she’s mine, all mine
And there doesn’t seem a way that she won’t come and lose my mind
It’s too easy humming songs to a girl in yellow dress
Been a long time since the party, and the room is in a mess

The four kings of E.M.I. are sitting stately on the floor
There are birds out on the sidewalk and a valet at the door
He reminds me of a penguin with few and plastered hair
There’s talcum powder on the letter, and the birthday boy is there

Why don’t you cut your hair?
Why don’t you live up there?
Why don’t you do what I do
See what I feel when I care?

Now they’ve darkened all the windows, and the seats are naugahyde
I’ve been waiting for an hour, I can’t find a place to hide
The being known as Wonder Girl is speaking, I believe
It’s not easy tryin’ to tell her that I shortly have to leave

Why don’t you be like me?
Why don’t you stop and see?
Why don’t you hate who I hate
Kill who I kill to be free?

Davy: One time!

Skaba daba dooba BEEP doobla ba-pa doodla BEEP doodla-BEEP do BEEP-bo ba-pa doo ba-day
Be-bop-bop ba boo-bop ba doodla beep, doodla beep, doodla beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep bwa
Skaffa-doodla-dee doodla ba-ba doo-ba DEE, doodla BEEP, doo BEEP boo doo-doo dee-boo doo-ba day
Ra-ba doo BEEP-boo do-do la-da do-do deem do-boo la-ba dooba day

Why don’t you cut your hair?
Why don’t you live up there?
Why don’t you do what I do
See what I feel when I care?

(She’s a wonderful lady) Why don’t you be like me?
(And she’s mine all mine) Why don’t you stop and see?
(And there doesn’t seem a way) Why don’t you hate who I hate
(That she won’t come and lose my mind) Kill who I kill to be free?

(It’s too easy humming songs) Why don’t you cut your hair?
(To a girl in yellow dress) Why don’t you live up there?
(It’s been a long time since the party) Why don’t you do what I do
(And the room is in a mess) See what I feel when I care?

Why don’t you be like me?
Why don’t you stop and see?
Why don’t you hate who I hate

Davy: Hey, Micky… hey, Micky… hey, Micky, Micky, stop, Micky, Micky, Micky! Micky! MICKY! Micky, Micky, the song, the song, it’s finished, it’s finished, the song, it’s over… it’s over. The song, it’s ov—
Micky: [sobbing] Who the hell are you?
Peter: Ha ha ha ha ha…
Micky: Where am I?! The colors! The colors!
Davy: Come on. Ah, not, is there anything I can get you, Micky? Anything I can get you?
Micky: Prozac!
Davy: We nearly, we nearly lost him again there, Peter.
Peter: You know, for a second, I thought you guys…
Davy: He’s back. He’s back.
Peter: Posing for a statue over Rio di Janerio, I suppose. Those of you who followed closely the history of this… pre-fab four we constitute the majority of, uh… [cheering] I actually think pre-fab four is a very funny remark. I, I, I treasure it. I… wish I’d written it myself, and maybe someday, I’ll claim I did. Um, anyway, those of you who remember this group of ours, uh, and remember the closely studied the closely our history, may have noticed that uh, I, eh, well, in fact, I, I did not sing lead on a lot of tunes that we did.
Micky, Davy: Aw!
The Band: Oh Peter, oh. Aw.
Peter: Are you guys party to this? And, and besi—
Davy: Not me, it’s Renino again. He’s causin’ trouble, right there.
Peter: Young, young Renino does have a hungry and guilty look.
The Band: Ha ha ha…
Peter: Play the coward, I like that in a, in an underling. We uh, we are gonna, however, do a song that I did sing lead on, uh, and I’m gonna count it off somewhere in the next half hour, heh heh heh. If I’m, can I just hold, can I just find my brain, and uh, if these guys are done messing around. One… two… three… four… I love to count, ah-ha-ha-ha-ha…

She knows her mind alright, your Auntie Grizelda
She says she knows my kind, she might may be so, ha ha
Whoa yeah, she’s raised you right, your Auntie Grizelda
You only know the things she wants you to know

I know she’s havin’ a fit
She doesn’t like me one little bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda

You can’t begrudge her style, your Auntie Grizelda
She couldn’t budge a smile—ee!—and do it for free
Whoa yeah, she’s raised you right, your Auntie Grizelda
So proper judging others over her tea

Ya look just like her you do
I know by looking at you
That you’ve been listening to your Auntie Grizelda

[break]

Oh no, don’t look at me like Auntie Grizelda
It takes much more to be someone of your own
You’ve got to make it free from Auntie Grizelda
Or just like her, you’ll have to make it alone

I know she’s havin’ a fit
She doesn’t like my butt, ha ha
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda

Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda
Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda
Grizzle da, grizzle da
Grizzle da-da da-da
Grizzle da-da da-da
Da-da da da

Davy: Thank you very much. Alright.

Valleri
Valleri

There’s a girl I know
She makes me feel so good
And I wouldn’t live without her
Even if I could (Even if I could)

Valleri
I love her
Valleri

Whoa yeah
Come on now
Yeah!
Wow!

[break]
Ah!

She’s the same little girl who used to
Hang around my door
But she sure looks different than
The way she looked before (Way she looked before)

Valleri
I love her
Valleri

[break]

I love her
Valleri
Valleri

Davy: Yeah! Wow! Yeah! More, more! More!

Floatin’ down the river
With a saturated liver
And I wish I could forgive her
But I do believe she meant it
When she told me to forget it
And I bet she will regret it
When they find me in the morning
Wet and drowned
And the word gets ’round
Goin’ down
Goin’ down

Comin’ up for air
It’s pretty stuffy under there
I’d like to say I didn’t care
But I forgot to leave a note
And it’s so hard to stay afloat
I’m soakin’ wet without a boat
And I knew I should have taken off my shoes
It’s front page news
Goin’ down
Goin’ down
Let’s go on down!

Hep hep
Hep hep
Hep, hep hep, hep hep
Goin’ down
Goin’ down

Wish I looked before I leaped
Didn’t know it was so deep
Been down so far I can’t get wet
Haven’t touched the bottom yet
This river scene is a-gettin’ old
Hungry, sleepy, wet, and cold
Told me to forget it nice
Should’ve taken her advice
Only want to go on home
I’d gladly leave that girl alone
What a way to spend the night
If I don’t drown, I’ll die of fright
Pappy taught me how to float
Can’t swim a single note
Threw me in to teach me how
I stayed there floatin’ like a mama cow
Now I’ve floated way downstream
Oh, this has to be a dream
Find my way to shore
I’d never, never do this any more
Give you three, been down nine
One more time, goin’ down

Now the sky is gettin’ light
Everything will be alright
Think I finally got the knack
Floatin’ and lazy on my back
I never really liked that town
Think I’ll ride the river down
Just movin’ slow and floatin’ free
River swingin’ under me
Wavin’ back to the folks on shore
Should’ve thought of this before
I’m floatin’ on down to New Orleans
Gonna pick up on some swingin’ scenes
Find me a better day
But I’m goin’ down groovin’ all the way
Goin’ down
Down
Down
Back

Back, back, back, back home
Back, back, back, back home
Back, back, back, back home
Goin’ down

Micky: Take that! Guess I showed them! Ha ha! … Huh? Oh, shit, sorry.

Micky: Nurse.
Peter: Could use a little oxygen myself, actually. Uh, in uh, in the last millennium, sometime, the Monkees uh, did a TV special called Thirty—thank you both—the, called 33 ⅓ Revolutions Per Monkee, uh, and it featured, among others, the uh, the very great rock stars, uh, Jerry Lee Lewis and Fats Domino, and uh, uh, and a third guy, whose uh, song we’re gonna do now, uh, just in honor of him, and because it’s a change of pace, and uh, we’re sort of drifting into that section of the show where we uh, where we talk a little bit about where we’ve come from. This is the kind of music that changed my life. It is uh, uh, this guy who did this song, Little Richard, is, as far as I’m concerned, the greatest rock and roll singer of all time. Of all time. And, to the point where Muhammad Ali is not the Little Richard of boxi—is the uh, is the Little Richard of boxing, not the other way around, and uh, we’re gonna do this song called “Lucille”, which goes a little bit like this. Actually, it goes exactly like this. Except for the mistakes.

Lucille, you don’t do your sister’s will
Lucille, you don’t do your sister’s will
Well, you ran off and left me
But I-I-I love you still

Lucille, please come back where you ’long
Lucille, please come back where you ’long
Well, I be good to you baby
Please don’t leave me alone

When I woke up this morning
Lucille was not in sight
I asked my friends about her
But all their lips was tight

Lucille, please come back where you ’long
Well, I be good to you baby
Please don’t leave me alone

Peter: Come out here… Aviva, play that thing.

[break]

I woke up this morning
Lucille was not in sight
I asked my friends about her
But all their lips was tight

Lucille, please come back where you belong
Well, I be good to you baby
Please don’t leave me alone

Lucille, baby, satisfy my heart
Lucille, baby, satisfy my heart
Well, I played ball with you, baby
And I gave you such a wonderful start

Peter: There you go.
Davy: Alright, how ya doin’ tonight, you alright out there? Well, we’re havin’ a good time anyway, yeah, we always do. That’s why we get together every couple of years. Uh, Micky and Peter and I have been pals now for about thirty-five years plus, I think. You know, when they first put The Monkees together, they wanted four typ—different kind of guys from different parts of the country. They got me from England, and Micky from California, and Mike was from Texas, and Peter was from in Connecticut area, you know. So they got four different kinds of guys, they put us all together, and we worked it all out. You know my background was uh, was the theatre. When I first uh, joined the Monkees, I was appearing on Broadway at the time in a show called Oliver! I played the part of the Artful Dodger, which was uh, a great experience for me. I-I was a fifteen, sixteen, seventeen year old growing up in New York City in Hell’s Kitchen, if you can believe it. I lived alone in a little apartment there and had a great old time, met a lot of nice people. But I’d like to now, because we’ve got a theatre, we’ve got a stage, and they’ve got the chops, so I thought maybe tonight, we’d a little—reminisce a little bit, I wanna sing you some songs from Oliver! right now, okay? Just for the buzz, okay?

Consider yourself at home
Consider yourself a-one of the family
We’ve taken to you so strong
It’s clear, we’re going to get along

Consider yourself well in
Consider yourself part of the furniture
There isn’t a lot to spare
Who cares? Whatever we’ve got, we share

If it should chance to be we should see some harder days
Empty larder days, why grouse?
Always a chance you’ll meet somebody to foot the bill
Then the drinks are on the house

Consider yourself a mate
We don’t wanna have no fuss
For after some consideration, we can state
Consider yourself one of us

Clap your hands!
[break]

Now nobody tries to be la-dee-da or uppity
There’s a cuppa tea for all
Only it’s wise to be handy with a rolling pin
When the landlord comes to call

Consider yourself a mate
We don’t wanna have no fuss
For after some consideration, we can state
Consider yourself one of us

Now I’d do anything for you, dear, anything
For you mean everything to me
I know that I’d go anywhere
For your smile, anywhere
For your smile, everywhere I see

Would you climb a hill? — Anything!
Wear a daffodil? — Anything!
And leave me all your will? — Anything!
And even fight my Bill? — Wot, fistcuffs?

I’d risk everything
For one kiss, everything
Yes, I’d do anything
Anything for you

Who will buy this wonderful morning?
Such a sky you never did see
Who will tie it up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me?

There’ll never be a day so sunny
It could not happen twice
Where is the man with all the money?
It’s cheap at half the price

Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
I’m so high, I swear I can fly
Me oh my, I don’t want to lose it
So what am I to do
To keep the sky so blue?
There must be someone who will buy

Micky: Before the Monkees, I actually did have a life, I had another rock and roll band, one called Micky and the One Nighters, ’cause that was it, one night, but what a night it was. Sang a lot of rock and roll tunes, sang a lot of blues tunes. My father had been a singer. He was an operatic singer. He would sing things like:

Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger

Micky: Ooh. I’m not gonna do that. And my mom had been a singer. She was a singer in uh, the big band era, and also sang a lot of blues tunes. I’m gonna do an old blues tune for you now um, that I remember my mother singing to me when I was in the womb. ’Course it sounded different, it sounded like [muffled singing], but I remember this tune. And to do it for you now, I call it some of my pre-Monkees singing… my P.M.S.

When you just give love and never get love
You’d better let love depart
I know it’s so, and yet, I know
I can’t get you out of my heart (Tss! Ee!)

You made me leave my happy home
You took my love and now you’re gone
Since I fell for you

Love brings such misery and pain
I guess I’ll never feel the same
Since I fell for you

Well, it’s too bad, and it’s so sad
That I’m in love with you
First you love me, then you snub me
What can I do?
I’m still in love with you

I guess I’ll never see the light
I get the blues most every night
Since I fell for you

[break]

Well, it’s too bad, and it’s so sad
That I’m in love with you
First you love me, then you snub me
What can I do?
I’m still in love with you, ohh

Guess I’ll never see the light
I get the blues, oh, most every night
Since I fell, I fell for you, I fell for you, I fell for you
Since I, since, since, since
Now since I fell for you, ow!

Davy: You know what, when we had the Monkees TV show, and we did all the recording, it was quite interesting, because they had all kinds of different songs, you know, because we had different type—kind of songwriters, people like Carole King, and Neil Diamond, and um Harry Nilsson, Neil Sedaka, Carole Bayer Sager, Leiber and Stoller, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil, Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart… Sears and Roebuck, Lord and Taylor, Neiman Marcus… is this on? Heh heh heh. And not only that, we were influenced also, as Micky was saying, by our parents. Our parents were—well, my mother used to play the organ at the church, my, my sisters ran the youth club, and I was in the boy scouts for about ten minutes ’til I got thrown out, but… I been thrown outta better places than that, I’ll tell ya! Ah-heh. But um, I came home early from school one day, and my mum was in the living room. She was playing some records, you know those 78 vinyl jobbies? And uh, when she passed away, which was way back in 1960, I was a fourteen year old boy, I never thought much about these records, but I kept ’em, and I op—I opened a package up a couple of years ago, and I took a couple out, and I presented one actually to Jerry Renino, our musical director, genius, man genius over there, and uh, he said that’s a good tune to do, so I thought I’d dedicate this to my mum, and to all the mums, the expectant mums—ooh, on that note, it is take a band member home night tonight, okay, so. And for all the other girls, are ya, are ya ready? Okay, here we go.

Now I’ve got a girl who is always late—go figure
Every time we have a date
But I love her
Yes, I love her, yeah

Davy: Ey, where you going? I’m singing a bloody song. Sit down, okay? Where do you think you’re going? I’m gonna come down there and get you. Where do you think you’re going? “Sorry, sorry, sorry”. Wait ’til Micky Dolenz comes out or somebody else, okay. Alright. Just sit your little butt down there, a nice one it is too. Thank you. Sorry about that, you know.

I’m gonna go up to her gate
And see if I can’t get it straight

Davy: Can I just climb over here please? You know, okay.

Because I want her
Yes, I want her, yeah

Davy: Maestro?

Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?
The way you’re actin’ lately makes me doubt
Now you is my baby, baby
It seems the fire in your heart don’t burn out

A woman is a creature who has always been strange
Just when you’re sure of one thing
She goes and makes a change, yeah

Is or is or is you ain’t my baby?
Or has my baby found somebody new?
Or is my baby still my baby true?

Now is you is or is you ain’t my baby?
The way you’re actin’ lately makes me doubt
Now you is my baby, baby
It seems the fire in your heart don’t burn out

A woman is a creature who has always been strange
Just when you’re sure of one thing
She goes and makes a change, yeah

Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?
Or has my baby found somebody new?
Or is my baby still my baby true?
Yeah

[break]
Yeah

A woman is a creature who has always been strange
Just when you’re sure of one thing
She goes and makes a change, yeah

Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?
Or has my baby found somebody new?
Or is my baby still my baby true?
Yeah

[break]

A woman is a creature who has always been strange
Just when you’re sure of one thing
She goes and makes a change, yeah

Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?
Or has my baby found somebody new?
Or is my baby still my baby true?
Or is my baby still my baby true?
Or is my baby still my baby true?
Yeah

Davy: Yeah! Thank you. That showed extremely good taste.

Peter: Um, the five-string banjo was invented in America, sometime in the middle of the nineteenth century, uh, so that [cheering]—yes, I thank, oh, if I he—if I see America, I’ll tell them that you, that you applauded um…
Micky: Ha ha ha ha…
Peter: And it uh, the thing about it is that it gives you that, it enables you to do that kind of old folky thing that I used to, so much that I used to… [plays banjo] like that. You know. And so, in honor of that, we’re going to do something completely different.
Micky: Ha ha ha.
Peter: Um this is, heh heh heh, this, we’re gonna do a song that sort of tries to meld the that sorta thing with the Philly soul bag, which is a very neat trick, and I hope that uh, I hope we can pull it off, and if we can’t, we’re gonna gas you all, so, you’ll never, never be able to tell them that we couldn’t do it. In fact, if we do it right, we’ll gas you all, in, in another sense.

Well, your love keeps liftin’ me higher
Than I’ve ever been lifted before
Keep it up, which is my desire
And I’ll be at your side forever more

Because your love (Your love keeps liftin’ me)
Keeps on liftin’ (Keeps on liftin’ me)
Liftin’ me higher, higher (Liftin’ me, liftin’ me)
Higher, higher
Your love (Your love keeps liftin’ me)
Keeps on liftin’ (Keeps on liftin’ me)
Liftin’ me higher, higher (Liftin’ me, liftin’ me)
Higher, higher

[break]

Well, now once, I was downhearted
Ah, disappointment was my closest friend
But you came, and he soon departed
And I’ll never see his face again

Because your love (Your love keeps liftin’ me)
Keeps on liftin’ (Keeps on liftin’ me)
Liftin’ me higher, higher (Liftin’ me, liftin’ me)
Higher, higher
Your love (Your love keeps liftin’ me)
Keeps on liftin’ (Keeps on liftin’ me)
Liftin’ me higher, higher (Liftin’ me, liftin’ me)
Higher, higher

So glad that I finally found you
Yes, that one in a million girls
When I wrap my lovin’ arms around you
Well, I’m ready, yeah, yeah, yeah, to face the world

Because your love (Your love keeps liftin’ me)
Keeps on liftin’ (Keeps on liftin’ me)
Liftin’ me higher, higher (Liftin’ me, liftin’ me)
Higher, higher
Your love (Your love keeps liftin’ me)
Keeps on liftin’ (Keeps on liftin’ me)
Liftin’ me higher, higher (Liftin’ me, liftin’ me)
Higher, higher

[break]
Peter: Lift me!
Peter: All together now!
Peter: Sandy Gennaro on the drums.
Peter: Wayne Avers.
Peter: David Jones.
Davy: Hi mum!
Peter: Heh heh heh heh heh heh.

Because your love (Your love keeps liftin’ me)
Keeps on liftin’ (Keeps on liftin’ me)
Liftin’ me higher, higher (Liftin’ me, liftin’ me)
(Higher, higher)
Got, gotta, gotta, [???] your love (Your love keeps liftin’ me)
Keep on liftin’, liftin’, liftin’, liftin’ me (Keeps on liftin’ me)
Higher, higher, higher (Liftin’ me, liftin’ me)
Higher, higher

Micky: I can walk, I can walk!

Davy: I did a TV show in the early seventies, and uh, I don’t know if you remember, called The Brady Bunch, right. I did one bloody episode, okay. One episode. I took Marcia, Marcia, Marcia to the prom, right. Now for the next two years, I got hate letters from every other girl in America because I didn’t go to their bloody prom, okay? I’m not kidding. You know, and I did that little dance, like that, you know. My little toddler—I got four daughters, all girls, okay, and my little one, she said to me the other day, and I was like, “Daddy, why are dancing like Axl Rose?” I said I been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Anyway, I’d like to um, I’d like to sing you a song from The Brady Bunch right now. This is the song that I sang to Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. I’d like to dedicate it to my new friend out there. Tiffany, this one’s for you, sweetheart. I love you very much. Okay, here we go.

Girl, look what you’ve done to me
Me, and my whole world
Girl, you’ve brought the sun to me
With your smile
You did it, girl

I’m telling you, girl
Something unknown to me
Makes you what you are
And what you are
Is all that I want for me
And it’s good to feel that way, girl

Thank you girl, for making the night time nicer
Girl, for making the day time brighter
Girl, for making a better world for me

I’m telling you, girl
Something unknown to me
Makes you what you are
And what you are
Is all that I want for me
And it’s good to feel that way, girl

Thank you girl, for making the night time nicer
Girl, for making the day time brighter
Girl, for making a better world for me

Thank you girl, for making the winter warmer
Girl, for making the music softer
Girl, for making a better world for me

Thank you girl

Micky: One of my favorite part of my show, I’ve got to admit, this is when we take you back, not one decade, not two, not three, but thirty decades, with the aid of this illustrious garment that Mr. Peter H. Thorkelson is wearing. We are going to take you back three hundred years—blabala—three hundred—pfft. I washed my tongue today, I—
Micky and Peter: Can’t do a thing with it.
Micky: Back three hundred years, to another time, another place.
Peter: Another time, another place.
Micky: Peter H. Thorkelson is going to perform for you now—
Peter: A gentler time, and yet more brutal.
Micky: A brutal gentle time, an ugly clean pretty time.
Peter: A happier time, yet more tragic.
Micky: A sad time. Mr. Peter H. Thorkelson will now perform for you the two part invention number eight in F, by a great pop songwriter of his time, Mr. Johann Sebastian Bach. Otherwise known to his friends and contemporaries as Puff Bach, Daddy Sea, Puff, Bach-o, Bach-o, Daddy Bach-o.
Peter: He does make it difficult to maintain a precious, serious moment like this… Hey! You with the spotlight? I need—thank you, I need to be able to.

[instrumental]

Micky: Yeaaah! Woo!

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
Now love was out to get me (Di di-di, di-di)
That’s the way it seemed (Di di-di, di-di)
Disappointment haunted all my dreams

Then I saw her face
Now I’m a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I’m in love (Ooh, whoa)
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

I thought love was more or less a givin’ thing
Seems the more I gave, the less I got
Ah, what’s the use in tryin’? (Di di-di, di-di)
All you get is pain (Di di-di, di-di)
When I needed sunshine, I got rain

Then I saw her face
Now I’m a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I’m in love (Ooh, whoa)
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried, ah

Davy: One time!
Micky: One time!

[break]

Love was out to get me (Di di-di, di-di)
That’s the way it seemed (Di di-di, di-di)
Disappointment haunted all my dreams

Then I saw her face
Now I’m a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I’m in love (Ooh, whoa)
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

Yes, I saw her face (I’m a believer)
Now I’m a believer (I’m a believer)
Not a trace (I’m a believer)
Of doubt in my mind (I’m a believer)
Well, I’m a believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a believer (I’m a believer)
Well, I’m a believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a believer (I’m a believer)
Then I saw her face-ah
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried, tried, tried, tried, tried
Thank you, Detroit!

Davy: …sing a song that we don’t get a chance to sing with the band, so we just chose a could that you might enjoy tonight. This is for absent friends, okay.
Micky: Okay…
Peter: One, two, seven, twelve. A hundred and fifty three, hike!
Micky: Well, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.
Peter: You h—you started it.

No heartaches felt, no longer lonely
Nights of waiting finally won me
Happiness that’s all rolled up in you
And now with you as inspiration
I look toward a destination
Sunny, bright that once before was blue

I have no more than I did before
But now I’ve got all that I need
For I love you, and I know you love me

So take my hand, I’ll start my journey
Free from all the helpless worry
That besets a man when he’s alone
For strength is mine when we’re together
And with you, I know I’ll never
Have to pass the high road for the low

I have no more than I did before
But now I’ve got all that I need
For I love you, and I know you love me

[break]
Davy: Pick it, Peter.
Peter: I think I will. Hopefully.
Davy: Absent friends.
Peter: I like the 3D glasses.
Davy: I like all three of you too.

I have no more than I did before
But now I’ve got all that I need (Peter: Sorry.)
I love you, and I know you love me (Davy: Find a [???] and keep playing.)
Now, I love you, and I know you love me

Micky: Will you see me after class?
Peter: Heh heh.

Peter: [laughing]

You always say you like my style (Style, style)
You say I’m tough and kind of wild (Roar!)
Am I too much for you to take? (Take, take)
I swear this time, it’s not a game

I’ve known a lot of girls
This I won’t deny
I’ll give our love, I’ll give it more than a try

That was then, this is now (That was then)
Let me prove my love, girl (Ooh-ooh)
I’ll make you proud (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I never made this kind of vow (Never made)
But that was then and this is now, yeah

[break]

I’ve known a lot of girls
This I won’t deny
I’ll give our love, I’ll give it more than a try

That was then, this is now (That was then)
Let me prove my love, girl (Ooh-ooh)
I’ll make you proud (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I never made this kind of vow (Never made)
But that was then and this is now, yeah
That was then, this is now
That was then, this is now, ah-ah-ah

My, my, the clock in the sky is pounding away
And there’s so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
An image cannot rejoice

Wanting to be
To hear and to see
Crying to the sky

The porpoise is laughing, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Clicks, clacks, riding the backs of giraffes for laughs
Is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style

Wanting to feel
To know what is real
Living is a lie

The porpoise is laughing, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Listen to the band!

Weren’t they good?
They made me happy
I think I can make it alone

Hey, hey, mercy woman
Plays a song and no one listens
I need help, I’m falling again

Play the drum a little bit louder
Tell me I can live without her
If I only listen to the band
Yeah, listen to the band

Weren’t they good?
They made me happy
I think I can make it alone

Ah, mercy woman
Plays a song and no one listens
I need help, I’m falling again

Play the drum a little bit louder
Tell me I can live without her
If I only listen to the band
Listen to the band

Weren’t they good?
They made me happy
I think I can make it alone

Davy: Yeah! Yeah! Wow! Waaaaaaaaaah!

Davy: What number is this now?
Micky: Huh? This is 7A!
Davy: What, no, what number are we gonna do next?
Micky: 7A.
Peter: 7A!
Davy: Alright, alright, alright, I got it, I got it! I know. Don’t get excited. It’s because I’m short, that why.
Peter: Actually, that’s got nothing whatever to do with it.
Micky: [laughs]
Davy: Okay, three, four.

Oh, I could hide ’neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o’clock alarm would never ring
But it rings, and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shaving razor’s cold, and it stings

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a, a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Well, now you know how happy I can be
And our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much, baby, do we really need?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a, a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a, a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Davy: Alright, we’re gonna do it one more time with the help of Natural. And each and every one of you, we want you all to sing this time, here we go.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a, a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Davy: Everybody!

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a, a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Davy: One more time.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a, a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Davy: Hey, we’d like to thank you all for being here, and all, our special guests, Natural, they’re the band of the future, okay, and you saw ’em right on the Monkees stage. We’re out. Thank you guys.

Davy: You wanna hear one more?
Micky: Yeah!
Davy: Here we go.

I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No, not me, girl!)
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No!)

When I first met you, girl, you didn’t have no shoes
Now you’re walkin’ ’round like you’re front page news
You’ve been awful careful ’bout the friends you choose
But you won’t find my name in your book of Who’s Who, no

I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No!)
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No!)
Not your steppin’ stone (Ah, ah, ah-ah) (Ah, ah, ah-ah) (Ah, ah, ah-ah) (Ah, ah, ah-ah)

I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No, not me, girl!)

You’re tryin’ to make your mark in society
You’re usin’ all the tricks that you used on me
You’re readin’ all them high-fashion magazines
The clothes you’re wearin’, girl, are causin’ public scenes

I said I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No, not me, girl!)

[???]

Peter: —at a furious pace.
Micky: Okay.

The local rock group down the street
Is trying hard to learn their song
They serenade the weekend squire
Who just came out to mow his lawn

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Sunday)
Charcoal burnin’ everywhere
Rows of houses that are all the same
And no one seems to care

See Mrs. Gray, she’s proud today
Because her roses are in bloom
And Mr. Green, he’s so serene
He’s got a T.V. in every room

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Sunday)
Here in status symbol land
Mothers complain about how hard life is
And the kids just don’t understand

Creature comfort goals
They only numb my soul
And make it hard for me to see (Ahh)
My thoughts all seem to stray
To places far away
I need a change of scenery

Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta ta
Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta taaaa
Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta ta
Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta taaaa

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Sunday)
Charcoal burnin’ everywhere
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land

(Another Pleasant Valley Sunday) Ah, Pleasant Valley Sunday
(Another Pleasant Valley Sunday) Ah, Pleasant Valley Sunday
(Another Pleasant Valley Sunday) Ah, Pleasant Valley Sunday
(Another Pleasant Valley Sunday)

Peter: Thank you! Thank you, very, very, very much! Thank you!