Live 1967 (1987)

Peter: Hello then!
Davy: Oh, hello. How are ya?
Micky: And now, let us take you down the memory lane of music to the year 1966 and the one that started it all.

Take the last train to Clarksville
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 (Hey!)
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no
I don’t know if I’m ever coming home

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty (Train)
’Cause I’ve made your reservation
Don’t be slow (Hey!)
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 (Train)
I must hang up the phone
I can’t hear you in this (Train)
Noisy railroad station all alone
I’m feelin’ low (Hey!)
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no
And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home

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Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty (Train)
’Cause I’ve made your reservation
Don’t be slow (Hey!)
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)
Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)

Micky: No! No! Can’t hear it at all! Can’t hear it at all! Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen, it’s wonderful to be here tonight [???] song.
Peter: Michael…
Davy: Hello everybody!
Peter: …Michael has a new guitar, which he doesn’t understand yet.
Micky: Okay!

Micky: The time [???] and talk about our song and you just may be the one.

All men must
Have someone
Have someone
Who would never take advantage
Of a love bright as the sun
Someone to understand them
And you just may be the one

All men must
Have someone
Have someone
Who would never take for granted
All the pleasures and the fun
Someone to stand beside them
And you just may be the one

I saw when you walked by
The love light in your eyes
And I knew I must try
To win you more than as a friend
I’m starting near the end
And here I go again

All men must
Have someone
Have someone
Who would never take for granted
All the pleasures and the fun
Someone to stand beside them
And you just may be the one
Someone to understand them
And you just may be the one

Micky: As you look into her eyes, you see the beauty within, and you know that she was the girl that I knew somewhere.

You tell me that you’ve never been this way before
You tell me things I know that I’ve heard somewhere
You’re standing in the places
And you’re staring down through faces
That bring to mind traces of a girl
A girl that I knew somewhere

I just can’t put my finger on what it is
That says to me, “Watch out, don’t believe her”
I can’t give any reasons, girl
My thoughts are bound down in a whirl
I just can’t think who in the world was that girl?
I know I met her somewhere

Someway, somehow, the same thing was done
Someone, somewhere, did me the same wrong

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So, goodbye, dear, I just can’t take this chance again (Goodbye, dear, I just can’t take this chance again)
My fingers are still burning from the last time (My fingers are still burning from the last time)
And if your love was not a game
I only have myself to blame
That’s as may be, I can’t explain, just ask
The girl that I knew somewhere

And if your love was not a game
I only have myself to blame
That’s as may be, I can’t explain, just ask
The girl that I knew somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere

Peter: Thank you!
Micky: Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. We’d like to carry it on right now with a song by our velvet-voiced midget, the one that expresses how we feel tonight here at this beautiful auditorium. With flowers in our hair and flowers in our eyes, we’d like to say that it’s beautiful to be here tonight. And as Mike is tuning his guitar, we have to tell you how beautiful we think this wonderful place is. It’s so nice to be here in this night, feeling free and helping and loving, ringing back to the days of yesteryear, when we were all free and happy in our carefree, loving world. This is called tuning. We’re putting an album out of this pretty soon.
Peter: We tune because we care.
Micky: We tune because we care, ha ha ha.

Micky: Don’t pick it, it’ll never heal.

I wanna be free
Like the bluebirds flying by me
Like the waves out on the blue sea
If your love has to tie me
Don’t try me
Say goodbye

I wanna be free
Don’t say you love me, say you like me
But when I need you beside me
Stay close enough to guide me
Confide in me
Whoa, whoa

I wanna hold your hand
Walk along the sand
Laughing in the sun
Always having fun
Doing all those things
Without any strings
To tie me down

I wanna be free
Like the warm September wind, babe
Say you’ll always be my friend, babe
We can make it through the end, babe
Again, babe, I’ve gotta say

I wanna hold your hand
Walk along the sand
Laughing in the sun
Always having fun
Doing all those things
Without any strings
To tie me down

I wanna be free
Like the warm September wind, babe
Say you’ll always be my friend, babe
We can make it through the end, babe
Again, babe, I’ve gotta say
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be free, yeah

Davy: Thank you! Woo! That goes for all of us. We all wanna be free.
Peter: We’d like to welcome you to the thirty-seventh Olympics.
Mike: I’d like to thank T.W.A. for flying all the contestants here tonight.

Mike: I’d like to do a song off of our latest album called Headquarters. Oh, you know it. It’s called “Scroungy Girlfriend”.

Well, she owns and operates her own sunshine factory, yep, doo-bop, yep
Painting smiles on dolls and then on me, doo-bops around
She’s my sunny girlfriend and personality-ty-ty

Well, she’s got a book that tells about everybody’s past, yes, she does, it’s a book, and it can tell about everybody’s past
And she can make you slow while making your mind move fast, make you slow while making your mind move fast
Well, she’s my sunny girlfriend, and she is never last

While I am sleeping, shoo-bop-a-bop, shoo-bop-a-bop, daa
Then she comes creeping
Into my thoughts at night, yea-ah
Gazing down through eyes as red as thunder

Well, she can send you on your way to everywhere, woo
And she’s only started after you think that she is there
Well, she’s my sunny girlfriend, and she just doesn’t care
Well, she’s my sunny girlfriend, she doesn’t really care

Micky: Thank you.

Micky: And now pretty Peter, the man with the gabardine voice.
Peter: What is that, “gabardine voice”? Man with the rayon acetate throat. Heh heh heh, heh heh.
Micky: Asking that musical question, “Auntie Grizelda”.

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

You look just like her you do
I know by lookin’ at you
That you’ve been listening to your Auntie Grizelda-ah-ah

You can’t begrudge her style, your Auntie Grizelda
She couldn’t budge a smile and do it for free
So righteous making fudge, your Auntie Grizelda
So proper judging others over her tea

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

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Yeah!
Yeah! Everybody say yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Hey! Huh! Hey!

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 a-having a fit
She doesn’t like me a bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda-ah-ah

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

Davy: What’s the name of this song?
Micky: Never forget it.

Forget that girl
She’ll only make you sad someday
Forget that girl
She’ll never make you happy
She’s in love with him, my friend
She’s in love with him

Forget that girl, ah ah
She’ll only bring you down again, ah ah
Forget that girl, ah ah
She’ll only make you lonely (Lonely)
She’s in love with him, my friend
She’s in love with him

There was a time when she could really love you (Ah)
When she was dreaming only of you (Ah)
But now she’s put herself above you (Ah)
And there’s nothing I can do (Ah)

Forget that girl, ah ah
She’ll only bring you down again, ah ah
Forget that girl, ah ah
She’ll only make you lonely (Lonely)
She’s in love with him, my friend
She’s in love with him, whoa yeah
She’s in love with him, yeah, oh

Forget that girl (Forget that girl), forget that girl (Forget that girl)
Forget that girl (Forget that girl), forget that girl (Forget that girl)
Forget that girl (Forget that girl)

Davy: Thank you. Woo!

Micky: And now, let us take you if we may, down south into Louisiana and to Cajun country, with the sock-it-to-me sound of “Sweet Young Thing”.

Well, I know that something very strange has happened to my brain
I’m either feeling very good or else I am insane
The seeds of doubt you planted have started to grow wild
And I feel that I must yield before the wisdom of a child

And it’s love you bring
No, that I can’t deny
And with your wings
I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing (Sweet young thing, sweet young thing)

Well, those people try to talk to me, their words are ugly sounds (Sweet young thing)
But I resist all their attempts to try and bring me down (Sweet young thing)
Turned on to the sunset like I’ve never been before (Ah)
I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door (Ah) (Hey!)

And it’s love you bring
No, that I can’t deny
And with your wings
I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing (Sweet young thing, sweet young thing)

I know that something very strange has happened to my brain (Sweet young thing)
I’m either feeling very good or else I am insane (Sweet young thing)
The seeds of doubt you planted have started to grow wild (Ah)
And I feel that I must yield before the wisdom of a child (Sweet young thing)

And it’s love you bring
With dreams of bluer skies
And the morning sings
When I see it in your eyes
Sweet young thing (Sweet young thing, sweet young thing)
Sweet young thing

Davy: Okay, now you have to do some work. Everybody clap your hands, come on. Clap your hands. Louder, come on, everybody up here too. Clap. Stamp your feet and clap, come on. One, two, one two three four!
Micky: Hey, wait a minute, I’m not ready. Wait a minute. I’m not ready. I’m sorry. I’m not really ready. I’m not ready! I’m not ready. Wait a minute. I’m not ready. Okay, I’m ready. Wait a minute, I’m not ready yet, wait a minute, wait a minute. Okay, I’m ready.
Davy: He’s ready now. Okay, everybody, clap your hands, and stamp your feet. One, two, one two three four!

Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, can I go too?
This one thing I will vow ya
I’d rather die than to live without ya
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to? (Ah, woo!) (Hey!)

Mary, Mary, tell me truly
What did I do to make you leave me?
Whatever it was, I didn’t mean to
You know I never would try and hurt ya
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to? (Uh! Hey!)

What more Mary can I do
To prove my love is truly yours?
I’ve done more now than a clear-thinkin’ man would do (Hey!)

Mary, Mary, it’s not over
Where you go, I will follow
’Til I win your love again
And walk beside you, but until then
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to? (Ah! Ahh! Hey!) (Ah!)

Oh, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to? (Mary, Mary)
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to? (Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary
Said Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary
Said Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’?
Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Said a-Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’?
Mary, where you goin’?

Micky: Thank you.

Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, where you—
Ma—
Ma—

Micky: Are you all done?
Mike: Yeah. I’m all through.

Mary, where you—

Ma—

Mike: Okay, I’m all through.
Micky: Are you all through?
Mike: I’m all done.
Micky: Okay.
Mike: I won’t do it any more.
Micky: I’ll get my camera.
Mike: Okay. Bye.
Micky: Bye. Goodbye. You sure you’re through?
Mike: Oh yeah, I’m through. I won’t do it any more.

Mary—

Micky: You lied to me!
Mike: You can leave, I won’t do it any more. I really won’t do it any more. C’mon, I’ll show you. I’ll show—I’m in such good faith, I’ll even—No, you’ve gotta leave the microphone here. That’s no fair.
Micky: I gotta leave the microphone.
Mike: I, really, I’m through. I won’t do it any more.

Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary
Mary—

Micky: Mike?

Micky: Alright, you dirty rats. Hm! Alright, all you dirty rats. Shh! I want to introduce somebody to you. Heh heh heh heh heh. Wawawa. Shh! Quiet! Ladies and gentlemen, the gargantuan Peter Tork.
Peter: Hello again. How are ya? That’s—Fine! Are you happy you’re here? No! What do you mean, are we happy we’re here? Would we pay our good money to come here if we weren’t gonna be happy? Naw, you wouldn’t. So, I’m glad you’re happy, ’cause we’re happy to be here. I’m gonna, I’m gonna… heh, hi! Heh heh heh. Ah, [???] Hi Hank. I’m gonna do a-a-a-a square dance tune, which I hate to tell you that I don’t get to—if you don’t shut up, there’ll be no show! This um, it’s a square dance tune, which I’m sorry you don’t get to dance to, but you can stomp your hands or clap your feet in time to the… I say something wrong? Um, and-and you can save it all up ’til later, when you get home and uh, if you’re really good… see, listen, we’re doing a record tonight, I mean, we’re recording, so, and it’s in stereo. So wherever you’re sitting now, that’s where you’re gonna be on the record. Well, I’m, I’m glad you’re making yourselves heard, ha ha ha ha ha. Alright, this is a square dance tune called “Cripple Creek”, and it goes something like this. It goes exactly like this.

Well, I married a wife in the month of June
Married her up by the light of the moon
We live down on Cripple Creek
We’ve been down there about a week

I’m a-goin’ down to Cripple Creek, I’m goin’ on a run
Goin’ down to Cripple Creek to have some fun
Goin’ down to Cripple Creek, I’m goin’ on a run
Goin’ down to Cripple Creek to have some fun

Now Cripple Creek girls about half grown
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone
Roll my pants up to my knees
Cross on Cripple Creek a-when I please

I’m a-goin’ down to Cripple Creek, I’m goin’ on a run
Goin’ down to Cripple Creek to have some fun
Goin’ down to Cripple Creek, I’m goin’ on a run
Goin’ down to Cripple Creek to have some fun

Well, I’m a-goin’ up to Cripple Creek, I’m goin’ on a run
I’m a-goin’ up to Cripple Creek to have some fun
I’m a-goin’ up to Cripple Creek, I’m goin’ on a run
Goin’ up to Cripple Creek to have some fun

Peter: Thank you!

Peter: You’re such a lovely audience, we’d love to take you home with us, we’d love to take you home! I don’t really wanna stop the show, but I thought you might like to know, that the singer gonna sing a song, and the man’s name is Mike Nesmith.
Mike: Watch the V.U., Hank!

You can’t judge an apple by lookin’ at the tree
Can’t judge a honey by lookin’ at the bee
Can’t judge a daughter by lookin’ at the mother
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover

Oh, can’t you see?
You misjudged me, baby
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover

Can’t judge a sugar by lookin’ at the pan
Can’t judge a woman by lookin’ at her man
Can’t judge a one by lookin’ at the other
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover

Oh, can’t you see?
You misjudged me
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover

You can’t judge a fish by lookin’ in the pond
Can’t judge a right by lookin’ at the wrong
Can’t judge a one by lookin’ at the other
You can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover

Oh, can’t you see?
You misjudged me
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover

Can’t judge an apple by lookin’ at the tree, baby
Can’t judge a honey by lookin’ at the bee
Can’t judge a daughter by lookin’ at the mother
You can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover

Oh, can’t you see?
You misjudged me
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover

Mike: And now, here he is, what is considered by some to be the world’s best lookin’ midget, David Thomas Jones, baby!
Davy: Hello.

I’m gonna build a mountain from a little hill
I’m gonna build a mountain, least I hope I will
I’m gonna build a mountain, I’m gonna build it high
I don’t know how I’m gonna do it, only know I’m gonna try

I’m gonna build a daydream from a little hope
I’m gonna push the daydream up that mountain slope
I’m gonna build a daydream, whoa, I’m gonna see it through
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream, gonna make ’em both come true

I’m gonna build a heaven as a world someday
And the Lord sends Gabriel to take me away
Whoa, I want a fine young son to take my place
I’ll leave my son in my heaven on earth with the good Lord’s grace

I’m gonna build a mountain from a little hill
I’m gonna build a mountain, least I hope I will
I’m gonna build a mountain, yeah, I’m gonna see it through
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream, gonna make ’em both come true

I’m gonna build a daydream from a little hope
I’m gonna push the daydream up that mountain slope
I’m gonna build a daydream, whoa, I’m gonna see it through
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream, gonna make ’em both come true

I’m gonna build a heaven and a world someday
And the Lord sends Gabriel to take me away
I want a fine young son to take my place
I’ll leave my son in my heaven on earth with the good Lord’s grace
I want a fine young son, yeah, to take my place
I’ll leave my son in my heaven on earth with the good Lord’s grace, yeah

Davy: Thank you! Thank you very much.
Mike: I wanna tell ya, huh. I wanna tell ya how nice it is to be able to stand in front of an audience and actually hear yourself, thank you very much, you’re very nice, thank you, I really appreciate it. I think it’s the first, I think this is the first night in twenty-two years I’ve ever been able to hear Micky, y’know. It’s really nice. Thank you. Uh, dig… wait, ah-ah, hold it! Hold it. Don’t start, huh. And baby, you oughta see what we’re gonna do next.

Mike: Alright! And now, here he is, the hardest workin’ man in show business. The man that brought you such hits as “The Last Train To Potsville”, and “I’m a Deceiver”. Columbia Pictures Corporation and Screen Gems is proud to present His Royal Majesty, Micky “James Brown” Dolenz! One, two, three, four!

I got a woman
Way over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
I got a woman
Over town, ah
She’s good to me
She’s good to me-me-me-me
Now, now she’s my baby
Don’t you understand?
I know, I know, I’m her lovin’ man
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me

I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
I got a woman
Over town, ha ha
She’s good to me
She’s good to me-me-me
Ah now, baby
Whoa, yes, indeed
And I know I’m the kind of guy she needs
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
Good to me, hey

She always answers
My beck and call
Every lovin’ mama
Mama, she’s so tall
I feel so proud now walkin’ by her side
Couldn’t get a better girl no matter how hard I tried

I got a woman
Over town
Good to me
She’s good to me
I got a woman
Over town, ha
She’s good to me
Good to me
Ah, now she’s my baby
Don’t you understand?
And I know I’m her lovin’ man
I got a woman
Way over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me, work out

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She always answers
My beck and call
Lovin’ mama
Mama, she’s so tall
I’d feel so proud walkin’ by her side
Couldn’t get a better girl no matter how hard I tried

I got a woman
Way over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
I got a woman
Over town, ha
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
Now, she’s my baby, now now now
Understand, now now now now
I know, I know, I’m her lovin’ man
I got a woman
Ah, way over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
Aww, got to, got to
Good to me
Good to me
Good to me
Good to me

Micky: Let me hear you say “Yeah!” Yeah! Yeah? Yeah. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!

Ah, she’s my woman, I got her, I love her so
Got to see her now
Ah, hey
Ah got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to see her now
Got to see her now, ha
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
Aw
Got to, got to, got to
Alright
Got to go now
Got to go now
Go now
Got to go now

She’s my woman
She’s my woman
Alright
Alright
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
She’s alright
She’s alright
She’s alright
Ah, got to, got to, got to
Got to
Ah, got to

I got a woman, hey, hey, hey, hey
Got to, got to, gotta
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
Ah babe, I got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to see her now
Ah babe, I got to, got to, got to, got to
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
Got to, got to, got to, got to
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Go! Go!
Got to see her now
Gonna make him cry
Gon’ make him cry
Make him cry
Make him cry, ah
Ah hey!
Make you cry, hey, hey
Everyone say hey, hey
Ah

I got a woman
Way over town
Ah, she’s good to me, she’s good to me, she’s good to me
Everyone say yeah
She’s good to me
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

I got a woman
Way over town
Ah, I know she’s good to me
She’s good to me
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Davy: Whoa! Hello! No short jokes, no short jokes!

Peter: Hey, listen, we’re gonna play a game, and we’re gonna, it’s gonna be a big flash, because what it is, is everybody flashes their flash cubes at the same time, and uh, that’s a pretty big flash. If you like big flashes, you’ll like this; if you don’t, you’re gonna hate it. The purpose, or one of the other ideas is so that everybody who forgot to bring a flash cube is gonna get a flash picture anyway, ’cause as soon as Micky comes out here, we’re gonna go like “one, two, flash” and that’s when you—hold it!—that’s when you do it. Later. When Micky gets out here. As soon as he changes his shirt and breathe a little oxygen and uh, I hear ya, for cryin’ out loud! Ahh! Ha ha ha.
Mike: Okay, you ready now? Now remember, the flash is on three, okay? Here we go. Everybody ready? Okay, here we go. One, two, flash!
Davy: Yay!

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
Ah, 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 (Whoa, yeah)
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 (Whoa, yeah)
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

[break]

Love was out to get me (Di di-di, di-di)
That’s the way it seemed (Di di-di, di-di)
Wu-uh-hu-hu 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 (Whoa, yeah)
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
I’m a believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (Yeah, I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (Oh, I’m a believer)

Micky: Thank you. I can’t see a thing.

Peter: We’re going to play a tune now that Micky wrote… a-ha, some of you already know what it is. Heh heh heh, Micky has written only one, he says. That’s not so, Micky, you wrote another one, I heard you sing “Happy Birthday” the other day. He wrote the song, and it’s so far out that not even Micky knows what it means.
Micky: And I don’t care!
Peter: He barely knows how to spell it!

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 a yellow dress
It’s 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
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 freak out!

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?

[break, ad-lib]

Micky: Psychedelic!

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 uh your hair?
(To a girl in yellow dress) Why don’t you cut your hair?
(It’s been a long time since the party) Why don’t you hate who I hate
(And the room is in a mess) Kill who I kill to be free?

Peter: Yeah! We want you to know this has been a most unusual concert; we have you to thank for that.
Micky: Great set up, guys! Great set up!
Peter: Everything is uh, absolutely running according to clockwork. That is…
Micky: Heh heh heh. My drums are disintegrating!
Peter: …that is if you have a three dollar clock.

Peter: We’d like to do a song for you now that uh, was one of our singles uh, as opposed to one of our triples.
Davy: Okay. Everybody, clap your hands, come on. Woo! Stamp your feet too, come on. Are you ready? One, two, one two three four.

I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone

When I first met you, girl, you didn’t have no shoes
But 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 have my name in your book of Who’s Who

I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’

You’re tryin’ to make your mark in society
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, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone

[break]

Mike: One, two, one two three four.

Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone (No, babe, I’m not your steppin’ stone)
Not your steppin’ stone (No, not me)
(Oh no, not me)
(E-hee)
(Oh, babe, I’m not your steppin’ stone)
(No, babe, I’m not your steppin’ stone)
(Babe, not your steppin’ stone)
(No, not me)
(E-hee)
Not your steppin’ stone (Not your steppin’ stone)
Not your steppin’ stone (No, babe, I’m not your)
(Woo hoo!)

Davy: Yes!
Micky: Thank you!
Peter: Good night, thank you!
Davy: Goodbye.