A Little Bit Broadway, a Little Bit Rock & Roll (2015)

?: One, two, three, four!

Hey Micky!
Hey Micky!
Hey Micky!
Hey Micky!

?: Ladies and gentlemen, please, put your hands together for the one, the only: Micky Dolenz!

?: Two, three, four.

D.W. Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say
D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day
A hot bowl of soup is waiting
A hot bowl of soup and a shave
D.W. Washburn, we picked you to save

Can’t you hear the flugel horn?
Can’t you hear the bell?
Even you can be reborn
You naughty n’er-do-well
If you don’t get outta that gutter
Before the next big rain
D.W. Washburn, you’re gonna wash right down the drain

Up, up, c’mon, get up
Get up off that street
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees
I know you can make it to your feet

D.W. Washburn, I said to myself
D.W. Washburn, why don’t you go save somebody else?
I got no job to go to
I don’t work and I don’t get paid
I got a bottle of wine
I’m feelin’ fine
And I believe I got it made

I’d like to thank all you good people
For coming to my aid
But I’m D.W. Washburn
And I believe I got it made
I believe I got it made
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe I got it made

Micky: Boy, this is intimate, ha ha. Uh, excuse me if I spit in your drink or something, ha ha ha ha. How many people out there uh, recognize that song from Smokey Joe’s Cafe? How many people out there knew that I uh, had a top twenty hit with that with The Monkees? About [mumbles] years ago. God. Um, and that’s sort of the theme of the, of the show. That’s uh, why we picked that one to open with, because it’s a little bit Broadway, a little bit rock and roll, uh. Also like to dedicate the show to the incredible songwriters that I had writing for me, like Leiber and Stoller.

Micky: And you’re gonna hear uh, songs by a lot of other uh, great writers. This one, written by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart. This is the one that started it all.

Take the last train to Clarksville
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty
I 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
’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 (Oh)
And I’ll meet you at the station
We’ll have time for coffee-flavored kisses (Oh)
And a bit of conversation, oh
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

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 (Oh)
I must hang up the phone
I can’t hear you in this (Oh)
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

(Oh)
(Oh)

Take the last train to Clarksville (Oh)
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty (Oh)
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 (Oh)
Take the last train to Clarksville (Oh)
Take the last train to Clarksville (Oh)
The last train to Clarksville
the last train, last train, last train
Take the last train

Micky: Great tune, uh. Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart.

Micky: You’re gonna hear songs from Neil Diamond, Neil Sedaka, Neil Armstrong. So, many years ago, I was fortunate enough to uh, to get offered a couple of Broadway shows, musicals. I was always a big fan, but I didn’t really know how to get into th-that world. I lived out in Los Angeles, but. Eventually, I got a, I got a break. I did Grease um, on Broadway and the national tour. Yep. I played Sandy. A, a stretch, but… No, I played the uh, sleazy disc jockey, Vince Fontaine. Typecasting. Um, but I went to my vocal coach, and I said I wanna start auditioning for shows, and I wanna do something like, you know, I wanna work up songs like “Music of the Night” in Phantom, ’cause I wanna be the Phantom. He, ha, he was like… okay. Well, maybe you should start working on songs that, you know, uh, parts and characters that would be conceivable that you could do. So, ha ha, uh, he-he suggested this one t—uh, tune from Urinetown. Remember that great show? And I worked it up, I learned it, got me three different shows. This is my money maker! Including Pippin, which I did uh, the revival at the Goodspeed, uh, not long ago.

A little bunny in the meadow
Is nibbling grass without a care
He’s so delightful as he hops for you
You say “Hi bunny”, and he stops for you
You pull your trigger, and he drops for you
Goodbye, bunny boo
Hello rabbit stew
Get me, boys?
(You tell ’em, boss!)

Don’t be the bunny
Don’t be the stew
Don’t be the dinner
You’ve got better things to do
It ain’t no joke
That’s why it’s funny
So take the cue
Don’t be the bunny
Don’t be the bunny

A little bunny at a toll booth
He needs a measly fifty cents
Our little bunny didn’t plan ahead, hm
Poor bunny simply doesn’t have the bread
He begs for mercy, but gets jail instead
Hasenpfeffer’s in the air
As the bunny gets the chair
See the moral, people?
(Clear as day, boss!)

Don’t be the bunny
Don’t be the dope
Don’t be the loser
You’re much better than that, Hope
You’re born to power
You’re in the money
Advice to you
Don’t be the bunny
Don’t be the bunny

A little bunny in a shoebox
He thinks he’s found a brand new home
So snug and cosy on your closet floor
And then you open up your closet door
Now what’s that bunny in my closet for?
With a mallet and some clippers
You find out—new bunny slippers, ha ha
Grasp the message, staff?
(Right behind you, boss)

Don’t be the bunny
Don’t be the shoe
You don’t get stepped on
No, the one who steps is you
You’re steppin’ up
To where it’s sunny
Step on the poor
Don’t be the bunny
Don’t be the bunny

Micky: Uh, bein’ um, obviously, bein’ a celebrity, being in the, the public, uh, eye all the time has its incredible advantages and wonderful upside, but um, it can, at times, as I’m sure you’ve noticed or heard, it can also have a, you know, sort of a downside in that you lose all your, your uh, privacy. Especially these days, good lord. Um, but even back then, uh, the whole Monkee thing was, you know, an incredible blessing. But um, back in, even back in the sixties, it, it could get uh, tough at times. And I remember, I uh, uh, I had a daughter. She was about eight or ten years old at the time, uh… You gonna eat that? Ha ha. I had a daughter um, uh, named Ami, and—my darling, Ami, and she was about eight or ten years old. I was living in England, and she was living in Los Angeles at the time, but I would go out and visit two or three times a year. And one time, I went out, and um, uh, she loved to go ice skating, and I would take her ice skating. But uh, the Monkees show had, I guess, gotten a big resurgence in the seventies or, or somethin’ like that, and uh, it was on re-runs, and so uh, we went out to this ice skating rink in Los Angeles, and uh, put on the skates, and we start skating around, and uh, suddenly, all the kids and the parents and everybody recognized me, and they’re all skating, and they’re all like, oh, can I have an autograph, can I have a photograph, and I’m trying to be nice, but I mean, I want some, you know, some daddy time with, you know, I only saw her a couple of times a year at the time, and one of those times, I just would kind of wished I’d been in-invisible. But, wasn’t gonna happen, and she got very upset. She started crying, and she said w-we had to leave. We had to leave the ice skating rink. And, um, about a week later, I said, okay, let’s go back to the ice skating rink, I got a plan. So we went back, and I put on a big hat, like this, and dark glasses, and… it worked. We put on the skates, and we start skating around the rink. Nobody noticed. It was like perfect, it was great. Skating along, we get about halfway around, she says daddy, can you take off the hat and glasses?

If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm and shook his leg
You’d notice him

If someone in a movie show
Yelled “Fire!” in the second row
“This whole place is a powder keg!”
You’d notice him

And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed now and then
Unless of course that person it should be
Invisible, inconsequential me

Cellophane
Mr. Cellophane
Should have been my name
Mr. Cellophane
’Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there

I tell ya, cellophane
Mr. Cellophane
Should have been my name
Mr. Cellophane
’Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there

Suppose you was a little cat
Residing in a person’s flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your ears
You’d notice him

Suppose you was a woman wed
And sleeping in a double bed
Beside one man for seven years?!
You’d notice him

A human being’s made of more than air
With all that bulk, you’re bound to see him there
Unless of course that being next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished you know who

Should have been my name
Mr. Cellophane
’Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there

I tell ya, cellophane
Mr. Cellophane
Should have been my name
Mr. Cellophane
’Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there
Never even know I’m there

Micky: I hope I didn’t take up too much o’ your drinkin’ time.

Micky: I, my history, in the, i-i-in the business, is uh, uh, that my parents were both in the business. Uh, my dad and my mom were uh, singers, actors, uh, little bit more on my dad later, but my mom kind of was the earliest influence. Uh, you know, my dad was workin’, and she was home all the time, and um, she used to sing a lot of songs. She had uh, sang in the big band era, um and sang uh, uh, like Billie Holiday kinda stuff too, and uh, and so, she taught myself and, and my sister actually uh, how to sort of how to sing and harmonize, and she sang this one song I’ll never forget, and um. Well, I did forget it actually, ’cause many years later, back in the, in the Monkee days, uh, I uh, wanted to do some recording, and I wanted to record this song that I remembered her singing, and I went back, and I asked her, “Mom, you remember that song you used to sing about Russian clouds?” She said, “What?” I said, yeah! It was a song about Russian clouds, and I want to record it, I want to re-record it as um, uh-uh, for The Monkees, one of the Monkee tunes. She thought about it for a while, I think a couple of weeks later, she called back, she said I remember! And now, I know which song you’re talkin’ about. I actually never did record it, but I want to sing it for you now and for my mom.

Old man sunshine, listen you
Never tell me dreams come true
Just try it
And I’ll start a riot

Beatrice Fairfax, don’t you dare
Ever tell me she will care
I’m certain
It’s the final curtain

I never want to hear
From any cheerful Pollyannas
That fate supplies a mate
It’s all bananas

They’re writing songs of love
But not for me
A lucky star’s above
But not for me

With love to lead the way
I found more clouds of gray
Than any Russian play
Could guarantee

I was a fool to fall
And get that way
Hi-ho, alas, and also
Lack-a-day

And though I can’t dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she’s not for me

Micky: And now here’s me doing my mom doing Billie Holiday.

I was a fool to fall
And get that way
Hi-ho, alas, and also
Lack-a-day

And though I can’t dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she’s not for me

Micky: Thank you, mom. Thank you, Billy. Ha ha. Um, like I was saying before, I had all these incredible songwriters writing for me, uh, like Boyce and Hart, and uh, Neil Diamond, uh, um, Paul Williams, Harry Nilsson, um, Diane Hildebrand, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil, I mean, most incredible songwriters ever, and uh, you—one young lady and her partner, um—Carole King and Gerry Goffin—who, just unbelievable. I uh, in fact, a couple of years ago, I recorded a CD, uh, an album. Well, they don’t call ’em albums right now. CD. Not even CDs now. Digital dump. Called King for a Day, and it was a tribute. Thank you. Thank both of you that bought it. Ha ha. It was a tribute to Carole King and Gerry Goffin, and her writing partners, and she continued to write uh, for us, for me, for, for years, and there was one particular song that she uh, wrote for a, a movie that we did, the Monkee movie. It was called Head, written by a young upcoming uh, actor/writer named Jack Nicholson. Oh, did I drop that name? And she wrote a couple of brilliant songs, and Ne—Mike Nesmith wrote a couple of great songs, Peter Tork, for the movie, but this one has always, you know, been one of my favorites. A Carole King uh, tune from the movie Head.

I can tell by your face
That you’re lookin’ to find a place
To settle your mind
And reveal who you are

And you shouldn’t be shy
’Cause I’m not gonna try
To hurt you or heal you
Or steal your stars

Open your eyes
Get up off your chair
There’s so much to do in the sunlight
Give up your secrets
And let down your hair
Sit with me here in the firelight

Why think about
Who’s gonna win out?
We make up our stories
As we go along

There’s so little time
For us to try and rhyme
And so many highways
To travel upon

Open your eyes
Get up off your chair
There’s so much to do in the sunlight
Give up your secrets
And let down your hair
And sit with me here in the firelight

Micky: Many years ago, uh, uh, back in the sixties, I had the pleasure, the thrill, of going over to the old country, over to the U.K., where I met the members of the royal family. No, not that royal family. The other ones. The Beatles. Uh, and they were very gracious, I met Paul, and uh, we had dinner and chatted, and uh, one night, had a little press-op, and he invited me to some recording sessions, uh, that they were doing, and over the years, I went to a few uh, different recording sessions for uh, that one album called um, Sergeant somethin’… Bilko. That was it. Sorry. Whatever happened to that album? It was so good. Never know. Um, and over the years, like I say, I went to uh, a few recording sessions, and I remember one in particular, I uh, it was uh, uh, a session at Abbey Road Studios, and um, I, uh, I dunno, I guess I was expecting some kinda freak-out Beatlemania psycho jello funfest love-in be-in kinda thing. So I got dressed up accordingly, in my tie-dyed underwear and my paisley bellbottoms, and my hair all up in thing and curlers and glasses, and… I’m, I must look like an idiot; I looked like a cross between Ronald McDonald and Charlie Manson. So I sh—I show up at Abbey Road Studios, limo brings me there in the middle of the day, and I walk in, you know, s—four sheets to the wind, a—where’s the party? And it’s empty. There’s nobody there except the four guys sittin’ in folding chairs, two o’clock in the afternoon, fluorescent lighting. Looked like my high school gymnasium. And there’s nobody there. And John Lennon looks up at me and says, “Hey, Monkee Man”. That’s what he called me. Monkee Man. “You wanna hear what we’re workin’ on?” So I’m uh, I’m trying to be so cool. I’m weeing my pants, of course. I, I’m, you know, it’s The Beatles, I—but I’m, in my best hip-oisie, I’m like uh, “Yeah, far out, John. Right on.” So he points up to George Martin, who’s up in the booth, wearing a three-piece suit in the middle of the day, and he pushes the button on a four track tape recorder, and this is what I hear.

Oh, darling
Please believe me
I’ll never do you no harm
Believe me when I tell you
I’ll never do you no harm

Oh, darling
If you leave me
I’ll never make it alone
Believe me when I tell you
I’ll never do you no harm

When you told me
You didn’t need me any more
Well, you know, I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me
You didn’t need me any more
Well, you know, I nearly broke down and died

Oh, darling
If you leave me
I’ll never make it alone
Believe me when I tell you
I’ll never do you no harm

When you told me
You didn’t need me any more
Well, you know, I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me
You didn’t need me any more
Well, you know, you know, you know, I nearly broke down and died, yes, I did

Whoa, darling
If you leave me
I’ll never make it alone
Believe me when I tell you
I’ll never do you no harm

Micky: Monkee sings the blues. So, it was during that period over there in the U.K. that um, hung around a lot, and uh, it was the uh, swinging sixties. It was pretty incredible, and uh, uh, o-over there, uh, a-and one night, uh, the Beatles threw us a party. You know, this big psycho jello party, and everybody was there. I don’t like to drop names, but Clapton, and Cass, and uh, you know, Jagger, and I’ve—yeah. And um, uh, pretty cool party. Uh, I’m told I had a great time. And after the party, I went back uh, back to my hotel room, huh, six o’clock in the morning, and um, I started writing a little tune to kind of you know, diary, sort of a stream-of-consciousness thing about my experiences over there in England. I met my first wife over there, and um, all these wonderful people that were, that were around. So I wrote this song, and I called it “Randy Scouse Git”. I didn’t know what it meant. It was uh, a phrase I heard on an English television show, on the BBC uh, called Till Death Us Do Part, which became All in the Family over here years later, and that—and the father called the-the-the boy, the son-in-law, a randy Scouse git, and I just thought it was so funny, and I didn’t know what it meant, and I named the song um, after that. Well, uh, a few months later, I’m back in the States, and the record company uh, calls up and says we wanna release that uh, as a single, uh, which they did. It went to number two, uh, only kept out by this stinkin’ group called The Beatles, and this lousy song called “Strawberry Fields”. Huh, I guess that’s not bad company to be, to be in. Um, uh, but they said uh, we wanna release it, uh, i-in the U.K., but you have to change the title. I said why? They said it’s rude, it’s, you can’t, you know, name a song—I said what are you talking about? I, I saw this on the BBC. I don’t understand. And they said no, you have to have an alternate title. So in England, this song, which became this big hit, is called “Alternate Title” because “Randy Sc—” because “Randy Scouse Git” translates to horny Liverpudlian putz.

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 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?

[break, ad-lib]

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?

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?

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?

Micky: So now, on to the rest of my uh, my, family history, uh, my dad, who was also a singer, actor, uh, became uh, quite successful, uh, he um, was the Count of Monte Cristo in the television series back in the, the fifties. He was that swashbucklin’ kinda Errol Flynn kinda character. But he also sang. He, he sang and did some musicals, and he, he sang that light opera kinda stuff. Now, I suspect everybody here knows what that is, but just in case th—just in case somebody doesn’t, it’s things like, “Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger”. Ah! That hurt! Ha ha. Ah, ha ha, but he would sing it walkin’ around the living room in his underwear, which was… and I’m like, “Dad, that is so gross”. Oh god. Oh years later, I started uh, thinkin’ ’bout doin’ musicals. And I always wanted to, and I, I uh, started walkin’ around the house going, “Some enchanted—”. And my wife, my lovely wife, uh, now, uh, very uh, sort of politely and uh, I don’t know, discreetly said, “You might want to think about getting some singing lessons”. Uh, ha ha, well, thank god she did, because I did, and of course, I, I uh, ha ha ha, why didn’t I tell you that story when I was uh, at that rehearsal with Paul? We were talkin’—uh, yeah, I was at uh, I forgot about this. I went to a rehearsal for uh, Paul, Paul McCartney, he was doing uh, Coachella, and we started talking about singing and vocalizing, and I told him that story, and you know, he laughed, and I said, “I went to my vocal coach, and I said, you know, I don’t want to sound like Mario Lanza”, and Paul said, “You should be so lucky”. Ha ha.

Micky: So true.

Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger
You may see a stranger
Across a crowded room

And somehow you know
You know even then
That somewhere you’ll see her
Again and again

Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing
Across a crowded room

And night after night
As strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams

Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons
Wise men never try

Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love
When you hear her call you
Across a crowded room

Then run to her side
And make her your own
Or all through your life you
May dream all alone

Once you have found her
Never let her go
Once you have found her
Never let her go

Micky: That’s for you, dad.

?: So the show is called A Little Bit Broadway, A Little Bit Rock and Roll, and uh, you know, Micky’s played many, many places ’round the world over and over and sold hundreds of thousands and millions of copies of records, right. Sixty, seventy million copies, right? Who’s counting? What’s ten million among friends? So, but it is his first time at 54 Below. He’s a lot rock and roll, and I’m, I’m a moderate bit Broadway, so together, we, we’ve kinda formed this yin and yang, and I said, “Now listen, I know you’ve done the stadium tours, I know you’ve played for thousands of people. This is not the Monkee stadium tour. This is 54 Below, with a five hundred dollar drink minimum, and I said, listen, we have to class it up. We can still do The Monkees, we can still be The Monkees, but it has to be a fancy Monkee, a classy Monkee. This is a New York show, right? So, a Monkee with a jacket, a Monkee with a collared shirt. A Monkee with a hat. So, these next few… things, we’re gonna try this out, this is new, this is new tonight, we’re going to take some very familiar Monkee tunes, and we’re gonna make them a little bit Broadway, a little bit rock and roll. We’re gonna change the arrangements tonight, never before heard, Broadway Monkees.
Micky: Go for it.
?: A-one, two, a-one, two three.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else, but not for me
Ha! Love was out to get me, heh
Ah that’s the way it seemed, ah
Disappointment haunted all of my dreams, a-ha ha
Then I saw her face—yeah, you, honey!
I’m a bev—

?: Oh, they don’t like it. They’re goin’ home.
Micky: Oh!
?: They don’t like it. No.
Micky: Are they throwing anything?
?: They don’t like it.
Micky: Are they throwing stuff?
?: They’re leaving. They don’t like it. We tried.
Micky: I, uh… scary thing is somewhere, somebody’s probably doing it like that. Great Neil Diamond tune, one of our biggest hits. You go home and uh, if you have kids at home or grandkids or in case there’s any kids here, you tell ’em I sang this song long before Shrek.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
Ah, love was out to get me (Do do-do, do-do)
That’s the way it seemed (Do do-do, do-do)
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
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’? (Do do-do, do-do)
All you get is pain (Do do-do, do-do)
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
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

Micky: One time.

[break]

Love was out to get me (Do do-do, do-do)
That’s the way it seemed (Do do-do, do-do)
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
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

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

Micky: Thank you, 54 Below!

Micky: Funny little story about this song, course, huge hit, uh, one of my favorite, favorite, favorite tunes to—but um, not long, you know, about, I dunno, ten, twenty years ago or somethin’, I did this in concert one night, and this guy comes up to me after the show, you know, uh, I guess he must have been, you know, fifties or somethin’ like that. He said uh, you know, uh, I’m a big fan and love what you’ve, all your songs, gotta tell you a story. In the sixties, uh, when this song came out, I was in the navy, and I was on a nuclear submarine under the north pole. And we were playin’ cat and mouse with a Russian submarine under the north pole, and we were chasing them, they were chasing us, we were hiding from them, they were hiding from us, that whole run silent, run deep kinda thing. And he said uh, one day, after doin’ this for weeks I guess, he said they busted us, they, they, they’ve found out where we were. Somebody must have made a noise, ’cause you had to be really quiet. He said you walked around in your socks, no shoes. Had to be very, very quiet. Well, somethin’ happened, and the Russian sub busted them. They knew where they were, and the Americans’ sub knew that the Russians knew that they knew the Russians knew that they knew, so. And so, the captain basically said, “Screw it”, and he cranked up the internal sound system, the P.A. system in whole submarine, at number eleven, ha ha ha, because all the Russians, of course, are like wearing headphones, and they’re being very quiet, and they’re listening, and he cracked it up to eleven and played this.

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 taa
Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta ta
Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta taa

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

Micky: You recognize this one, huh? Great song written by the late, great John Stewart, and of course sung by the late, great Davy Jones. If you know the lyrics, don’t sing along; it puts me off.

I could hide ’neath the wings
Of a 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 daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
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 daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

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

Micky: Okay, you know what’s comin’ now. It’s your turn, big and loud.

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

Micky: One more time, bigger, come on.

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

(Cheer up, Sleepy Jean) I said cheer up, cheer up, Sleepy Jean
(Oh, what can it mean) Oh-ho-ho, what can it mean, uh-huh
(To a daydream believer) A daydream believer, yeah
(And a homecoming queen?) A homecoming-home, a homecoming, homecoming queen

(Cheer up, Sleepy Jean) I said cheer up, oh, cheer up, oh, cheer up, Sleepy Jean
(Oh, what can it mean) Oh-ho-ho, what can it mean, wuh-uh
(To a daydream believer) A daydream believer, yeah
(And a homecoming queen?) A ho-ho-ho-home, ho-ho-ho-homecoming queen

Micky: It’s no coincidence, uh, uh, that th-the incredible Mr. Jim Kerr uh, was here tonight to uh, ha ha. I didn’t get very far, did I? Uh, he’s an old, old friend. Um, he’s not old, ha ha. I’m old, but he is an old, dear friend, and um, uh, about twenty years ago or so, he uh, called me up, and he says I wanna introduce you to somebody, uh, a woman who would like to meet you. She was a fan, and, you know, she’s um, she’s single. I was single at the time uh, just uh, divorced, and she was just divorced actually, and um, I said sure, yeah, okay. And uh, so we met up uh, in uh, Atlantic City as a matter of fact, and uh, uh, this woman, my, my wife, Donna, uh, was a f—uh, she was a flight attendant for American Airlines, and I’m, I’m telling you that for a reason. She, for many years, uh, her career was a flight attendant for American Airlines. So she lived in New York, had an apartment, Upper East Side. I lived in Los Angeles. Like I said, both single, so, it was a long distance kinda relationship for a while, dating. And um, uh, I’d been married, and she’d been married. I had already had kids, she didn’t want kids, and so, uh, we—there, there wasn’t a whole lot o-of talk of marriage, you know. Guys, one foot on the dock, one foot on the boat. But it wasn’t a big issue. Um, and then, eventually, I um, I uh, invited her out to Los Angeles. We started living together, and she still kept her place here, and go back and forth and fly, and I would work and tour and fly and—Well, 9/11 comes along. And she’s here in New York, not working actually, just in her uh flat, in her apartment, uh, uh, watching it go down. Calls me, I’m in Los Angeles, you know, in the morning, and uh, I, she’s crying of course, and freaking out, and uh. I turn on the television. I look, and I’m like holy shit. And I said you have to get out of town. You gotta leave. She said I can’t. Uh the buses are shut down, the tunnels, the trains, everything’s closed down. So the next morning, I got in my car, and I drove cross country. To get her. And proposed on the way back. Oh. Biggest mistake I ever made! Ha ha! Ah! Told ya! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ah! This is, this is for you, honey. The most incredible woman.

Right here, you see
One of the good guys
One of the nice ones with sensible drives
What else could I be?
I’m one of the good guys
Who play with their children
And dote on and pamper their wives

But there was a night in Hawaii on a business trip
That my mind has suffused with a mystic glow
She was someone’s friend, and she had this smile
We were on the beach, and we walked a while
And I watched the wind billow in her hair
I knew we knew there was more to share
I could feel the ground start to go
Like volcanoes starting to blow
And the waves were loud
We were all alone
We had left the crowd
Not a soul would ever have known

But I stopped and said no

’Cause that isn’t me
I’m one of the good guys
One of the smart ones
Whose virtue survives
Firm as a tree
One of the good guys
Who trades a flash of heat
To build a warmer fire
Denies himself a treat
To shoot for something higher
And that’s what makes it sweet
That only the good guys know

That’s not the end
As you suspected
Time flipped some pages
I’m now forty-four
There’s money to spend
The kids are in college
My wife’s back in art school
We just bought a house at the shore

But sometimes at night in the stillness, I am wide awake
As the wife I still desire sleeps by my side
I can feel the wash of the perfumed air
My mind is drowning in billowing hair
And although I know that my life is blessed
I am teased by the thought that it’s second best
And the visions seen in my head
Of the lives that I could have led
They are all still there
I can change my fate
There’s no time to lose
I must find them before it’s too late

But I wake and say no

No
Hell, why defend?
All of us good guys
Strangling in plenty
Yet whining for more
Truth is, my friend
Just between good guys
It’s not which road you take
Which life you choose to live in
It’s not the choice you make
The longing is a given
And that’s what brings the ache
That only the good guys know

Micky: Right now, I’d like to uh, take this opportunity to introduce to you one of the best bands I have ever, ever played with. Unfortunately, they missed the flight, but um, these guys are really good too! Ha ha ha ha. On the drums over here, please give it up for Billy LaGuardia. On the bass, Adam DeAscentis. On the guitar, solid Khaled Tabbura. Ha ha ha. And I can’t thank you enough, my incredible uh, musical director, vocal director, everything director, Mr. Michael Moritz. Please give it up. Okay, let’s rock it. A song written by the Monkees and Diane Hildebrand.

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’ve 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
I’m a-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 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, wah!
One more time
Goin’ down
Goin’ down
Back to my friends
Back to the one
Back to the truth

[break]

Now the sky is gettin’ light
Everything will be alright
Think I finally got the knack
Floatin’ and lazy on my back
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 go down groovin’ all the way
Goin’ down
Goin’ down
Goin’ down
Goin’ down
Goin’ down
Back, back, back, back home
Back, back, back, back home
Back, back, back, back home
Back, back, back
Goin’ down

Micky: Thank you.

Come with me
And you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look
And you’ll see
Into your imagination

We’ll begin
With a spin
Travelling in the world of my creation
What you see
Will defy
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world
There’s nothing to it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly wish to be

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world
There’s nothing to it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly wish to be