Summer 1967: The Complete U.S. Concert Recordings (2001)

Peter: Hello then!
Davy: Hey Mike!
Peter: Happy to see you all here.
Davy: Hi y’all. Hello.
Micky: Wasn’t that great, folks? Heh.
Davy: Wh-why don’t you all kind of sit down, ’cause then we can start, ’cause we’re not gonna start unless you all sit down, you know.
Peter: Fire regulations.
Davy: ’Cause as you know, like, you gotta sit down.
Peter: We’ve got this huge show—
Davy: We have like, we’re gonna be for—
Peter: An hour.
Davy: Hey, listen, we’re gonna be here for about an hour. So.
Peter: A whole hour.
Davy: Sit down!
Peter: Sit down, then, and relax. Take a load off. Atta way. Ba ba.
Davy: You’ve, you’ve really got to sit down, you know. What can you do? What can you do?

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

’Cause I’m leaving in the morning
And I must see you again (Train)
We’ll have one more night together
’Til the morning brings my train
And I must go (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)
I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty (Train)
I’ve made your reservation
Don’t be slow (Hey!) (Woo!)
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 feeling low (Hey!)
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

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

[break]
(Hey!)

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty (Train)
I’ve made your reservation
Don’t be slow (Hey!) (Woo!)
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: Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. Due to a time differential, portions of this show will be shown on videotape.
Mike: Ohh!

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

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 (Ah, ah)
The love light in your eyes (Ah)
And I knew I must try (Ah)
To win you more than as a friend (Ah, ah)
I’m starting near the end (Ah)
And here I go again (Ah)

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

Mike: Thank you.
Peter: Thank you. We’re gonna do for you now the first song we ever recorded all by ourselves. It’s called, the song is called “We Can Do It All By Ourselves”.
Micky: Test.
Davy: Now, listen, if you’re gonna throw things—
Micky: Oh!
Davy: —the first time one of us gets hit, I’m splitting. ’Cause if you’re gonna throw things—
Micky: Please don’t throw things.
Davy: Mike’s got a busted eye over there, his eye’s all cut, and it’s bloodshot and all funny, so if you throw things, and I get hit, I’m splitting.
Peter: Huh. We’ll have to do the concert without him.

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

[break]

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

Micky: And now, our own beloved David Jones will melt your hearts with his velvet voice singing this beautiful song from ages gone past.

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
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 be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be free, yeah-ah-ooh

Davy: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much.
Micky: And here comes Bill Chadwick to fix it. Ah. Hi, Bill Chadwick. Everybody say hi to Bill Chadwick. Hi, Bill! Uh. Not now, Davy. I don’t know why—
Mike: We’d like to do a song off of The Monkees’ Headquarters album called “Scroungy Girlfriend”.

Well, she owns and operates her own sunshine factory
Yeah, painting smiles on dolls and then on me
Well, she’s my sunny girlfriend and personality

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

While I am sleeping
Then she comes creeping
Into my thoughts at night
Gazing down through eyes as bright as wonder

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

Micky: Thank you. Thank you.
Peter: We would like to take this opportunity… we want to tell every single one of you, no matter what your height or anything else about you—
Micky: Heh heh heh heh.
Peter: —that we love you all, and that we’re very glad you’re here. And we’re very glad to be here too in Dallas. Oh, okay. Now I’m gonna do a tune, and Mike’s gonna start off by—

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

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

She says she knows my kind, 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 looking at you
That you’ve been listening to your Auntie Grizelda-a-a

[break, ad lib]
Yeah! Everybody say yeah!
Ha! Ha! Ha ha! Bop bop bop!

Whoa 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-a-a

“All together now!”

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

Micky: And off we go again into musical land with our favorite own velvet voiced, velvet suited, velvet headed, own boy, Davy Jones, singing that never to be forgotten song that will warm your hearts with tender beads of joy and love when you remember and hear the lyrics to this never to be forgotten old standard that I’m sure you’ll all love.
Peter: That never to be forgotten song which everybody remembers.
Davy: What’s the name of it?
Peter: Uh, I was gonna ask you.
Davy: Um [???]
Micky: You’ll never forget this one.

Forget that girl, ah-ah
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 (Yeah)
She’s in love with him

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

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
Whoa, she’s in love with him, oh yeah
She’s in love with him, yeah-ah, oh, woo!

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

I know that something very strange is 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, 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 (Sweet young thing)
I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door (Sweet young thing)

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

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, ah)
I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door (Sweet young)

Davy: Everybody jumps!

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

Peter: We’re gonna do a song now off our first album called um, uh, I forget what it was called. The album. But the song is called uh, gosh, I can’t remember much of anything. What’ve you got, David? Do it, Micky.
Micky: What song are we doing? Oh yeah. Okay.
Davy: This is for real this time, okay. Everybody, clap your feet. Clap your feet?! Stamp your… um, heh heh. Heh heh.
Peter: Ha ha ha. Ha ho!
Davy: Come on, everybody, stamp your feet. Clap your hands. Beat on your wife, if she’s here. Come on, everybody. One, two, one two three four.

Mary, Mary, where you going 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 going to?

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 going to? (Wow!)

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

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

Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary) Mary, Mary
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary) Ah, said Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Ah, said Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
I said Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
I said Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Ah, said Mary, where ya going to?
I said Mary, where ya going to?
Oh, Mary, where ya going to?
Mary, where ya going to?
Ah, Mary, where ya going to?
Ah, Mary, where ya going to? Yeah

Micky: Hey! Thank you!

Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Mary, Mary, where you going to?

Micky: Is it over? Thank you very much.

Mary, Mary, where you going?

Mary
Mary
Ma-
Ma-
Ma-
Ma-
Ma-
Mary
Mary
Ma-

Mike: Okay, I’m through. I’m all done. That’s it.
Micky: Are you all done?
Mike: All done.
Micky: You’re all done?
Mike: All done.
Micky: All done.
Mike: Trust me. All done.
Micky: All done.
Mike: Yeah. All done, yeah.
Micky: They didn’t point it. [???]
Mike: Yeah, bye.
Micky: Bye.
Mike: Bye.

Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary

Micky: Are you all done?
Mike: All through.
Micky: You’re all through?
Mike: Oh, that’s it. That’s it.
Micky: It’s all over.
Mike: I’m not, I’m not gonna make you run back to the microphone any more.
Micky: No more.
Mike: No, you don’t have to run back any more.
Micky: Okay.
Mike: It’s all, all done.
Micky: All done.
Mike: All done. All through.

Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Mary, Mary, where—
Mary?

Micky: Mike? Mike? Alright, you dirty rats. All you dirty rats. Alright. Every one of you, listen now. I wanna—shh! Shh! Gotta listen now. I want to introduce somebody to you. Whoa-ho-ho-ho-eeeeee. Wawawawawa. Ladies and gentlemen, a big festive round of applause for Mr. Peter Tork.
Peter: Hello again. Uh, I’m gonna, I’m gonna do a square dance tune, which I know will—ah, which is uh, pretty far out for a fella from the north, but um, I’m gonna do it because, because I know you love to dance, and I’m sorry you don’t get to dance here, but you can save it, and then you can dance later, dig it? Ha ha ha ha. The song is called uh, “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 the run
Goin’ down to Cripple Creek to have some fun

Now Cripple Creek girls are about half grown
They 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 the run
Goin’ down to Cripple Creek to have some fun

Peter: Thank you! 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’s gonna sing a song, and the nan’s name is Michael Nesmith.

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
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover, huh

You can’t judge the 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 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 an apple by lookin’ at the tree
Can’t judge the 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: Thank you very much. Boy. Before we go any farther, we’d like to tell you that you might as well save yourself and don’t scream so much, because we’ve got a long way to go yet, okay? And to move on that long way, here is someone that is affectionately known as the world’s best looking midget, David Thomas Jones.
Davy: Thank you.

I’m gonna build a mountain, from a little hill
I’m gonna build a mountain, whoa-oh, 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
I’m 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
Oh, I want a fine young son, to take my place
I’ll leave my son in the heaven on earth with the good Lord’s grace

I’m gonna build a mountain from a little hill, woo
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, I’m gonna see it through
I’m 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, whoa, 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. There you go.
Mike: Right now, I wanna set a few things straight in your mind, because you may have heard some rumors, and you—we wanted you to hear it from us. Regardless of what you’ve heard, I don’t care what it is, The Monkees will be on the air this September, right here in Mobile. Thank you. And now! Columbia Pictures and Screen Gems Corporation is pleased to present the hardest working man in show business. The man that brought you such hits as “The Last Train to Clarksville”, “I’m a Believer”. None other than your very own favorite, Micky “James Brown” Dolenz! One, two, three!

I got a woman
Way over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
I got a woman
All the time
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
Ah, she’s my baby
Don’t you understand?
And 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
She’s good to me
Ah, now-now-now-now-now
She’s my baby
Oh, yes, indeed
I know, I know now that I’m the kind of guy she needs
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me

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

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
That’s good to me, hey, hey!
Ah, she’s my baby
Won’t you understand?
And I know, ahh, I’m her lovin’ man
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
Alright, go, bop-bop!

[break]

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
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
Good to me
She’s my baby
Don’t you understand?
And I know I’m her lovin’ man
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
Alright

?: Ey!

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

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
What’s the use in trying? (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

Yes, I saw her face
Yes, I saw her face

Oh, 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

And 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-eah-eah (Yeah, I’m a believer)
I’m a believer, yeah (Yeah, I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (Whoa, I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (Yeah, I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (Yeah, I’m a believer)

Micky: Thank you.
Peter: Duh, duh duh.
Micky: Thank you very much. Now for my own composition.
Peter: Heh heh heh heh. We’re waiting for—any time, Micky. Okay.
Davy: Oh, get over here.

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 trying 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?

[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?

(Now they’ve darkened all the windows) Why don’t you be like me?
(And the seats are naugahyde) Why don’t you stop and see?
(And there doesn’t seem a way that) Why don’t you hate who I hate
(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?

Davy: Woo!
Peter: Alrighty.

Davy: Okay. Here we go again. Everybody, jump up, clap your hands, and uh, stamp your feet, and do everything. Even these four people here that are over sixteen. They can do it too. Five, ’scuse me. Four. Yeah. Okay. Come on, man. If you’re gonna be here, you’ve gotta do it. That’s all part of the game. Clap your hands! Everybody shout “Yeah!” Are you ready? One, two, one two three four.

I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (Ah-ah ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah)
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (Ah-ah ah-ah)

When I first met you, girl, you didn’t have no shoes (Ah-ah, not your steppin’ stone)
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

I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (Ah-ah ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah)
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (Whoa-oh, yeah yeah yeah)

Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone, wah

You’re tryin’ to make your mark in society (Ah-ah, not your steppin’ stone)
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, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (Ah-ah ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah)
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (Ah-ah) (Oh, there’s more!) (Oh no, not me!) (Hey!)

(Oh, babe, not your steppin’ stone)
(Not your steppin’ stone)
(Not your steppin’ stone)
(Not your steppin’ stone)

Mike: One, two, one two three four!

Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone (No, babe, I’m not)
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone (No, not me)
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
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone, ah

Micky: Thank you!
Davy: Thank you! Goodbye!

?: Couple of announcements I wanna make uh, first of all uh, we have two people I wanna page. Uh, at intermission, would Mr. Ron Saul please go over to this door on this side. Also Mr. Micky Dolenz is wanted backstage. Wanna thank the many of you who uh, give gifts to the Monkees and different groups in here, and we want you to know that when you leave them at the door, we do get them, and we do give them to the groups, and they appreciate them very much, and that includes the cakes and the various things that you’ve left, and uh, the groups have asked us to express their appreciation to you uh, for the time you took on these projects, and believe me, it’s very thoughtful of each and every one of you. Wanna thank uh, Lan Roberts and Tom Murphy for helping me out up here tonight. Tom’s gonna have a new program right away, you know Jerry Kaye, who’s a great disc jockey, left us and went to WLS Chicago, which was a tremendous break for him. But Tom Murphy’ll be doing the night show now, and I don’t think he’ll offend too many of you. It goes without saying that uh, everybody in Seattle, and if you talk to any of the acts anywhere around the country, you would be surprised how much they talk about Seattle. This has turned out to be an unbelievable town. There are so many shows that come here to town. Really, there is no town, there is no town in the country where as many groups have worked as many nights as in Seattle in the past two or three years. We have more shows here than Los Angeles, did you know that? It’s really quite fantastic. And I gotta tell ya, I gotta tell ya why that is, that’s because you always support them so well, and because everybody in Seattle is so ahead of everybody else and has so much cool and makes them go off just right. And that’s why they have so many shows here. I just wanna remind you that once again, tonight, in the show, the rule is stay in your seat even if you have a camera and you wanna take pictures, you have to take them from your seat. Please do not approach the stage. Some of these days, somebody could stop a show for everyone else by running up to the stage. So stay in your seat, enjoy the show, on behalf of KJR, thank you for coming tonight. A brief intermission, and then the show of shows for you. Thank you all. Back in just a moment.

?: Smoking is permitted on the outer concourses only. Smoking in the outer concourses only. I see some matches being lit up in the upper sections. Please put your cigarettes out and go to the outer concourses and smoke. Both of the outer concourses are open. No smoking in the seating area.

[recording]
Here we coming
Walking down the street
We get the funniest looks from
Everyone we meet

Micky: Testing.
Davy: Hello.
Micky: Hello!
Davy: One, two.
Micky: Testing.
Peter: Hello.
Davy: One, two.
Micky: Testing.
Davy: Hello.
Micky: Oh, it’s your voice, your voice, Davy!
Peter: They pulled a funny on Mike. He’s got a brand new guitar. And so if we take about two or three hours tuning up, just because we don’t know what we’re doing up here.
Micky: Freak out, freak out, freak out! Ah, thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen, it’s so nice to be here tonight in this beautiful fine night here in Seattle. We’d like to [???]. We’re all tuned up, ready to go, with that sound that set it off for us, that medley of our hit, I’m sure you all remember it. [???] David Pearl.
Davy: [???] with you.
Micky: Thank you very much, now the song that set it off for us, I’m sure you remember this song, the beautiful song “Last Train to Clarksville”. Thank you very much. For our next number, we’d like to do that immortal hit. Sock it me, Mike. We’re still tuning folks, hold on, we won’t be just one minute, we’ll be ready to sock it to you with the fun sounds of the all time great group, fab, gear, rock ’n’ roll, yeah, I can dig it. Are ya ready?
Davy: Are you ready?
Micky: Well, we’re not!
Peter: Michael isn’t ready.
Micky: Here we go.
Davy: Okay, fun lovers, here we go.

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
Uh huh huh huh

’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
Uh huh huh huh

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
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
Uh huh huh huh

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’ll meet you at the station (Train)
We’ll have time for coffee-flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation, oh (Hey!)
Oh, no, no, no
Uh huh huh huh

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming

[break]

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
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 (Hey!)
Oh, no, no, no
Uh huh huh huh

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming

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: Thank you very much. We’d further on continue right now working down memory lane, as you stroll in hand in hand, you look and you know that you may just. Be. The. One.
Mike: [???] Hi Marley.
Peter: We’d like—we’d like to—we’d—
Mike: Hiya Chip. Hi Paulie and Hank and Chip.
Peter: We’d like to say hello to the, to the Vancouver kids.
Mike: Ya, hi Vancouver!
Peter: Hi Vancouver!
Mike: Hi Vancouver!
Peter: We’d also like to say hello to the Seattle kids.
Mike: Hi Seattle!
Peter: Yeah!

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

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

I saw when you walked by
The love light in your eyes
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 advantage
Of a love bright as the sun
Someone to stand beside them
And you just may be the one
Someone to understand them
And you just may be the one

Micky: Thank you very much. As you hold her hand in yours, you look into your eyes, you see the beauty that was always there, you see someone who cares, and you can be sure, as you look into her deep brown eyes, she’s the only true love, she’s the true love of your life, she’s the one you’ve wanted, the one for all these many years, as we take you down memory lane, you look into her eyes, and you can tell that she was the girl that I knew somewhere. I’m not gonna repeat that, so just take it from where it was, Mike. As you look into her eyes, you can tell 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 [???] down in a whirl
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

[break]

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

Micky: Thank you very much. And now, our velvet-voiced midget will sing that song that’s warmed your hearts for so these many years. Yes, our own Davy Jones, singing to you the way, the very way that we feel here tonight.

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-oh-oh

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
Oh, I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be free, yeah-ah-ooh

Davy: Thank you. Thank you very much.
Micky: Thank you. “I Wanna Be Free” sung by David Jones. And now—
Peter: [???]
Micky: —Mike Nesmith will introduce this next song.
Mike: We’d like to do a song off of an album that we did, and that being titled Monkees Headquarters, and the name of the song is none other than “Scroungy Girlfriend”.

Well, she owns and operates her own sunshine factory
Of painting smiles on dolls and then on me
Well, she’s my sunny girlfriend and personality

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

While I am sleeping
Then she comes creeping
Into my thoughts at night
Gazing down through eyes as bright as wonder

Well, she can send you on your way to everywhere
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. Alright, thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. Now we’d like to bring out the man with the gabardine voice, our own Peter Tork with a very [???] to sing that favorite song, that one that warmed your hearts for so many years of days gone past. Ladies and gentlemen—
Peter: Hey! Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Hey, I wanna tell you all, and we wanna—we’d like to—hold it a minute. We wanna say something, and that something is that we love you all, and uh.
Micky: Thank you, Mr. Peter Tork. And here’s Mr. Peter Tork, high above Seattle, Washington, asking that musical question…
Peter: Yeah? Yeah? Yeah?
Micky: 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

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

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

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

[break, ad lib]
Yeah! Everyone say yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

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

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

All together now!

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

Micky: Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. And now back once more, the man with the velvet voice, singing that never to be forgotten song that warmed your hearts so many years ago, high above the Space Needle, overlooking the beautiful city of Seattle, watching a jellyfish swimming in the sea, we sing you this song.

Forget that girl, ah-ah
She’ll only bring you down again
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 thinking only of you (Ah)
But now she’s put herself above you (Ah)
And there’s nothing I can do (Ah-ah-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

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

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-ah, ooh

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. Thank you.
Micky: Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen, and now, let us take you if we may down, down, waiting for Peter to put on his bass. Here we go, down, down, down south into Louisiana and the Cajun country with… the sound of tuning! We’ll be with you in just a second. Eloise!
Peter: Hello!
Micky: Baby, hang on in there!
Davy: I can’t see you all in the back there, but I think you’re there, so hello.
Micky: Let us take you if we may back into the land of yesteryear, down into Cajun country and New Orleans 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)

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 (Sweet young thing)
I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door (Sweet young thing)

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)

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)
Seeds of doubt you planted have started to grow wild (Sweet young thing)
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
Morning sings
When I see it in your eyes
Sweet young thing (Sweet young thing, sweet young thing)
Sweet young thing-gah

Micky: Thank you.
Davy: Okay, everybody, stamp your feet and clap your hands, do anything you want, okay. Everybody, clap your hands. Clap your hands, come on! One, two, one two three four!
Micky: Hey, I’m not ready. Wait, wait, I’m not ready, man.
Peter: He wasn’t ready!
Davy: Micky—hold it. Micky wasn’t ready. Okay. Okay, everybody, clap your hands again. Come on. Clap your hands.
Peter: In time to the music, if you please.
Davy: Are you ready?
Peter: Funny you should say that.
Davy: One, two, one two three four.

Mary, Mary, where you going 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 going to? (Whoa!)

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 tuh and huh
Mary, Mary, where you going to?

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

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 going to? (Woo! Hey!)

Oh, Mary, Mary
Oh, Mary, Mary (Yeah, Mary, Mary)
Oh, Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary)
Mary, Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
Oh, Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
Mary, Mary Mary, Mary
Mary Mary, Mary
Mary Mary, Mary
Mary Mary, Mary
Mary Mary, Mary
Mary Mary, Mary
Mary, where you going to?
Oh, Mary, where you going to?
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Oh, Mary
Oh, Mary
Where you going, where you going, where you going to?
Oh, where you going, where you going to?
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary, where oh where you going to?
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary, where oh where you going?

Micky: Thank you. Thank you.

Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Mary, Mary, Mary—
Where—

Micky: Are you all done? You all done? Uh huh. Finished? That’s it, right? Okay. Thank you.

Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Mary—

Micky: You cheated.
Mike: Yeah. You know. Yeah. Just a little joke. Ha ha. Little funny thing that I played. Ha ha. Brrrr!
Micky: Are you all done now?
Mike: Oh. Yeah. I’m all through.
Micky: Ready to go?
Mike: What?
Micky: Ready to go?
Mike: Together?
Micky: Sure. Ready?
Mike: No, you go ahead.
Micky: You’re all done.
Mike: Yeah, I won’t start again. Bye. I’ll just stay out here for a little while.

Ma—

Mike: It’s only a joke. Oh, okay. I’ll play—yeah.
Micky: You all ready?
Mike: No more. I’m all through.

Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Mary, Mary, Ma—

Micky: Mary? Mary? Mary, where are you? Mike? Mike? Alright, you dirty rats! Alright, you [???] Alright, all you dirty rats. Good evening everybody. Ha ha ha ha ha. Welcome tonight, mwha ha ha ha. Who knows what’s in store? Waaaa. Ladies and gentlemen, the prolific Peter Tork.
Peter: Hello again. It’s nice to—I’m gonna, I’m gonna play a, a square dance tune, and I, I’m sorry you don’t get to dance, but that’s the way it crumbles, cookie. Ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha! Yeah! And furthermore, the feederbern in the hobersack and the reebersoberts and the—are we, we’re ready. I’m gonna—listen, you get to, you get to uh, uh, clap your feet and stomp your hands, uh, stamp your hands, if you like. Only in time to the music, if it’s all the same to you. Hey listen. Listen, don’t, wait a minute, ha ha ha. Wait’ll I start, for crying out loud.

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 are about half grown
They jump on a man like a dog on a bone
Roll my pants up to my knees
Cross on-a 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

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

Peter: Thank you very much. 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’s gonna sing a song, and the man’s name is Mike Nesmith.

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
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, uh-uh

You can’t judge the sugar by lookin’ at the pan
Can’t judge a woman by lookin’ at her man
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

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

Mike: Thank you very much, Seattle. Hi! Ha ha! Everybody over to Portland for a party. Okay. Th—uh—wait—cool it. Wait a minute. If you waste, if you waste all your time screaming now, you won’t have anything left, because we’ve got a long way to go yet in the show, okay? [???] Bye. Um, right now, we’d like to present, what is considered by some, the world’s best looking midget, David Thomas Jones.
Davy: Thank you. Thank you very much.

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, whoa, 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, whoa, 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 think I will
Whoa, 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
Yeah, I’m gonna build a daydream, I’m gonna see it through
I’m 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 the heaven on earth with the good Lord’s grace
I want a fine young son, yeah, to take my place
I’m gonna leave my son in the heaven on earth with the good Lord’s grace, yeah-ah

Davy: Thank you. Woo! Thank you very much. Here he is, here you go, Mike.
Mike: Before we go any farther in the show, I’m gonna talk to you for just about a half a second, so be, be quiet just a minute. Oh, wait a minute, cool it. Um, we know that you have probably heard some things that uh, may or may not have upset you, so we want to straighten it out, and we want you to hear it directly from us, so we’re gonna tell you right now. Regardless of what you have heard or what you have not heard or anything concerning this matter, The Monkees will be seen on television this fall on NBC. Alright! And now, here he is, the hardest workin’ man in show business. Man that brought you such hits as “The Last Train to Clarksville”, “I’m a Believer”. Columbia Pictures Corporation and Screen Gems is proud to present none other than Micky “James Brown” Dolenz. One, two, three.

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

I got a woman
Way over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me, hey
Ha, I got a woman
Oh yes, the town
Ha, she’s good to me
Ah, good to me, hey, me, me
Ah now, she’s my baby
Oh, yes indeed
I know I’m the kind of guy she needs
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me

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
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
Ah, now she’s my baby
Whoa, yes, indeed
I’m the kinda guy she needs
I got a woman
Way over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
Go!

[break]

She always answers
My beck and call
Every lovin’ mama
Mama, she’s so tall
I’d be 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
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
I got a woman
Over town, hey, hey
She’s good to me
Good to me

Well, 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
Ah, take it down low
Ah, take it down low
I got a woman
I’ve got a woman
I’ve got a woman
Hey, hey, hey, ah
Ah, got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to, got to, got to, got
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
Got to see her now
Ah-lright
Ah-lright
Ah-lright
Ah-lright
Hey, hey, hey
Ah
Ah hey
Everybody say “yeah”. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah? Yeah! Yeah? Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ye-ah! Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!
[???]
Ah hey hey
Got to, got to, got to, got
Got to, got to
Ah, got to see her now
Got to see her now
Ah, got to see her now
Ah
Hey
Got to go now
Go now
Got to, got to, got to

Ah, see her now
Now
Ah, it’s alright, hey hey hey hey
Ah, it’s alright
Thank you

Ah, hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Got to see her now, okay
Got to see her now
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Hey hey hey hey
Ah, what’d I say
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Hey hey hey
Whey alright
It’s alright
Gonna make him cry, huh
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got
Got to, got, got, got

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

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

Micky: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Davy: Whoa! Is everybody happy?
Peter: Ha ha ha ha. Hello. Hey listen, while Mike is uh, playing with his guitar, I’m trying to make—
Davy: Let’s have a nice round of applause for the Sundowners.
Peter: Yeah, hand of a—round of applause for the Sundowners.
Davy: Yeah.
Peter: Also, we’re gonna play a little game. Um, those of you who have uh, flash cubes and flash bulbs, we’re gonna play a game whereby uh, wherein we all flash them—I mean, you all, ha ha, not us—flash the flash cubes at the same time, and we’re gonna just make this a h—one big huge flash. And uh, the purpose of the thing is for those of you who don’t—I mean, one of the things is for those of you who don’t have flash cubes, you take a picture at the same time, and uh, those—you’ll get a flash picture, because everybody else will be flashing. We’re gonna wait ’til Micky comes out here, but when he does, whe—you’re all, you’re all gonna flash when we go “one two, flash” is what it’ll be. Got that? It’ll be like on three, so it’ll be “one, two, flash”, and when Micky—whenever Micky gets out here.
Mike: You’ve got to hold the flash cameras way up in the air, hold them way up now, because they can uh, they can really be a groovy scene.
Peter: We can’t find Micky, however, so uh.
Mike: Okay. Everybody load up their flash camera. Are you ready? Hold up, hold up your camera way up high in the air. Okay, everybody along the back, hold them way up, on the side. Come on.
Micky: That sounded great.
Peter: In the back, too.
Mike: Okay.
Peter: Okay, are you ready?
Mike: Now, everybody ready?
Peter: Everybody ready?
Mike: Okay, here we go. One, two, flash!
Davy: Yeah!
Micky: Yeah!

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

Ah, then I saw her face
Now I’m a believer
Not a strace
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 mine
I’m in love (Whoa, yeah)
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried, ah

[break]

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

Then I saw her face
Now I’m a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mine
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-ah-ah (I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (I’m a believer)
I’m a believer (I’m a believer)

Micky: Thank you.
Peter: We’re gonna do uh, a song uh, uh, the, one of the ones that uh, we wrote on the new album. Uh, the new album, the new album called uh, “With A Little Help From My Friends”, and uh, Micky wrote this song, and he uses that incredible monstrosity there. Uh, the, the words to this song, nobody can figure out, least of all Micky.

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
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
A being known as Wonder Girl speaking, I believe
It’s not easy trying 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?

[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?

(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?

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?

Peter: Thank you. 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. Which was uh, pretty bad.

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.

[recording]
Here we come
Walking down the street
We get the funniest looks from
Everyone we meet

Peter: Hello then!
Micky: Thank you.
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

[break]

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: More!
Davy: Hello, up there. Down there, hello. And over there, hello. And over there, hello. And over there, hello. And over here, hello.
Micky: Okay! 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: Thank you! 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

[break]

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, and chipmunk and his family in the audience, 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. 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.
Mike: [???]
Peter: We’d like to welcome you to the…
Mike: [???]
Peter: We’d like to invite you, welcome you to thirty-seventh Olympics.
Mike: I’d like to thank T.W.A. for flying all the contestants here tonight. 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.
Peter: We’d like to take this opportunity to say, which Michael gave me, we’d like to take this opportunity to tell you all that we love you, each and every one.
Micky: Thank you very much.
Peter: Even the officers.
Micky: And now, the man with the gabardine voice…
Peter: Hello officers!
Mike: I love everybody except the third person from the back.
Peter: Even the Portland police. Hey listen, we understand you don’t, you weren’t supposed to bring cameras—
Micky: Hey Ric!
Peter: —and we want to tell you that next time you’re not supposed to bring cameras, bring ’em anyway and revolt if they tell you to take it out, take ’em away.
Mike: Kodak Instamatic’s where it’s at, baby.
Peter: Yeah, Kodak Instamatic is where it’s at.
Mike: Polaroid Land Cameras, swingers, that kind of thing.
Peter: Swingers, that’s where it’s at, man, cameras, yeah.
Mike: Bring them all, man. Put guns inside them.
Micky: And now, the man with the gabardine voice—
Peter: Actually, Michael—
Micky: —will sing that never to be forgotten song, asking the musical question.

Yeah, uh, 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

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

You can’t begrudge her style, your Auntie Grizelda
Uh, she wouldn’t budge a smile and do it for free
Oh yeah, she’s raised you right, your Auntie Grizelda
So proper judging others over her tea

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

[break, ad lib]
Yeah! Ha ha ha ha ha! Yeah! Yeah!

Ah 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 a-lone

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

All together now!
Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda
Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda
Grizzle da, grizzle da
Da grizzle da-da da-da

Peter: Hey Micky. [???]
Micky: Here is the man with the velvet voice.
Peter: [???]
Micky: This is the man with the velvet voice? This is the man with the velvet voice. Singing that never to be forgotten song, the one that warmed your hearts in the days of old. Here it is, ladies and gentlemen.
Mike: The song they’ll never forget. The song that [???] everybody’s lips, sometimes it seemed, people’s ears.
Micky: But always there in your hearts and your souls.
Mike: The song they’ll never forget.
Micky: Here it is!
Mike: I forget what it is.

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

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

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
She’s in love with him, my friend
She’s in love with him, whoa, yeah
She’s in love with him, yeah-ah, oh

Forget that girl, forget that girl
Forget that girl, forget that girl
Forget that girl

Davy: Thank you.
Peter: Hello!
Davy: Thank you very much.
Peter: Very dodgy.
Micky: Now, let us take you down to Louisiana in the heart of Cajun country. Well, we’ll tune for a while.
Peter: Yeah, we’re gonna tune for a bit.
Micky: We have a definite problem. Take you back the land of yesteryear, down south into Louisiana and the Cajun country and 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, uh-huh

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 sound, bleh (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, ah)
I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door, bluh (Ah)

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

Well, 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)
Turned on to the sunset like I’ve never been before
I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door, baby

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)
Sweet young thing

Peter: Alrighty then, thank you very much. We’re gonna do uh, another one of our songs, which I know won’t surprise you. This one’s off our first album. No, our second—our first album? Second album? It’s off our second album, and from the abled hand of our member.
Davy: Okay, everybody, clap your hands. Clap your hands! Stamp your feet, come on! Clap your hands. Everybody! One, two, one two three four.
Micky: Oh, wait, hey, ho, ho, wait, I’m not ready, man. Wait, wait. I’m ready. Okay, I’m ready now. Boy, I’m ready. I’m so ready. I am so ready.
Davy: Okay, here we go.
Micky: Ooh! I’m so ready!
Davy: Do the same thing. Clap your hands, come on.
Micky: Got to, got to, got to. Here we go. Wait a minute, I gotta start it, hold it a minute, huh. Okay, I’m ready now.
Davy: Okay, clap your hands, come on. Louder! Everybody! One, two, one two three four.
Mike: Glorious feeling, I’m happy again. Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain, had a glorious feeling…
Micky: He wasn’t ready.
Mike: I’m happy again. I’ve got a smile on my shoes and I wiggle and I talk in a funny way to walk. Singing in the rain, I’m singing in the rain, I’m singing in the.

Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Mary, Mary, can I go too?
This one thing I will vow ya
Rather die than to live without ya
Mary, Mary, where you going to? (Oh! Hey! Woo!)

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 going to? (Oh! Hey! Whoa!)

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

Mary, Mary, it’s not over
Where you go, I will follow
Until I win your love again
And walk beside you, but until then
Mary, Mary, where you going to? (Hup! Yeah!) (Hoo. Hey! Wow!) (Ohh!)

Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary)
Where you going, Mary? (Mary, Mary)
Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary)
Where you going to? (Mary, Mary)
Little Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary) Mary
(Mary, Mary)
(Mary, Mary)
Oh, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary Mary
Mary Mary, Mary, Mary
Little Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Where you going to?
Oh, got to go, Mary
I said a Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you going?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you going?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you going?
Mary, Mary
Ah, say hey
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you going to?

Micky: Thank you!

Mary, Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Mary
I say, Mary, where you—

Micky: Are you all done?
Mike: Yeah, I’m all through.
Micky: Bye.
Mike: Bye. Huh huh.

Mary, Mary, Mary, where you going to—

Mike: I’m all through.
Micky: Are you all done?
Mike: I’m all done. I won’t—I won’t make you run back to the microphone any more. Aw. Hi. Oh. Don’t hurt her. Don’t you hurt that little girl. Be very gentle and kind and loving. Don’t forget your first duty is as a public servant. To protect and to serve, don’t forget! Ah, love ’em all. Bye, Mick.

Mary—

Mike: Ey Mick. Micky. I’m sorry. I won’t do it any more. Yeah, okay, we’ll leave now. Yeah, both of us. Okay. Goodbye.

Mary, Mary, where you going to?
Mary—

Micky: Mary? Mike? Mike? Mike? Alright, you dirty rats. Hm! Alright, all you dirty rats. Alright, everybody, shut up. Good evening, heh heh heh ha ha. Ladies and gentlemen, I—quiet, please. Wait a minute. What am I doing here? Wait. I would like to introduce somebody to you, a-heh-heh-heh. Ladies and gentlemen, the immortal Peter Tork.
Peter: Hello again. I know it’s hard to believe. It is for me too. Hi. I’m gonna, I’m gonna do a square dance tune, which, which—hey, listen, that’s not so exciting for crying out loud, calm down. Uh, I’m gonna do a square dance tune, which you don’t get to da—hey, listen, I’m sorry you’re so far away. Um, you can, you can stomp your hands and clap your feet, ha ha, ha ha ha ha.

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 are 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

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

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’s gonna sing a song, and the man’s name is Michael Nesmith!

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
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover

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 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, mama

You can’t judge the sugar by lookin’ at the can
Can’t judge a woman by lookin’ at her man
Can’t judge a sister by lookin’ at the brother
You 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

You can’t judge a apple by lookin’ at the bee, hup
Can’t judge the sugar by lookin’ at the tree
Can’t judge a one 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

Mike: Hello! Wait a minute. Hold it. You mi—you mi—wa-wait a minute. Don’t wear yourself out, because we really have a long way to go yet. And right now… hi, huh huh. It gives me great pleasure. Now wait a minute. You didn’t even know what I’m gonna say. It gives me great pleasure to introduce what is considered by some the world’s best looking midget, David Thomas Jones, baby!
Davy: Thank you, Michael.

I’m gonna build a mountain… from a little hill
I’m gonna build a mountain, least I hope I will

Davy: Where’s the note?

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
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, whoa, 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 the mountain slope
I’m gonna build a daydream, yeah, 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, whoa-oh, to take my place
I’ll leave my son in my heaven on earth with the good Lord’s grace, yeah-ah-ah-ah

Davy: Woo!
Mike: Before we—He-hello. Hi. Da-da da-da. Before we move along in the show, wait a minute, because I wanna tell you something, so you gotta be quiet for a minute. Ooh. There are a lot of things that have been going around that you may have heard, and we want to make sure that we clear up any things that you might have heard that may have upset you or maybe made you glad, we don’t know. Wait a minute. We want you to hear this from us. Regardless of what rumors or what you may have heard, The Monkees, us four, will be on the air this September on NBC. Thank you very much. [???] And thank you for making it possible. Boy, you oughta see what we’re gonna do next. Are you ready? Are you ready? What? Alright! And now, here he is, the hardest workin’ man in show business. The man that brought you such hits as “The First Train To Potsville”, “I’m a Deceiver”. Screen Gems and Columbia Pictures Corporation is proud to present, for your entertainment pleasure, none other than 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
Oh, now she’s my baby
Don’t you understand?
I know, ha ha, I’m her lovin’ man
I got a woman
Way over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me

I got a woman
Way over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me, eh
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me-me-me
Ah, she’s my baby
Oh, yes, indeed
I know, I know, I’m the kind of guy she needs
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me

Always answers
My beck and call
Every 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
Over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
I got a woman
Over town, ha, ah
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
Now, now she’s my baby
Oh, yes, indeed
I know, I’m the kinda guy she needs
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me, watch it

She always answers
My beck and call
Every lovin’ mama
Mama, she’s so tall
I’d feel so proud now walkin’ by her side
Couldn’t get a better girl matter how hard I tried

I got a woman
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-me-me
Now, she’s my baby
Don’t you understand?
I know I’m her lovin’ man
I got a woman
Over town
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
Good to me
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
She’s good to me
Ah
Ah, got to
I got to
I got to
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Let me hear you say yeah. Yeah. Yeah! Yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Say yeah! Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!
I got a woman, I gotta love her now, babe
I got a woman
I got to, got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to see her now
Ah-hey
Alright
Hey hey hey hey hey
Ah, see her now
Got to see her now
Ah, got to
Got to
Thank you

[???]
I got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to see her now
Everybody say yeah
What’d I say
I got to see her now
Everybody say yeah
What’d I say
I got to see her now
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Ah, gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Make him cry
Gonna make him cry, ha
Make him cry
Thank you

She’s my woman, I love her so
Alright
Alright
Got to make him cry
Got to make him cry
Got to make him cry
Got to make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Ah
I got to, got to, got to
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry, ah
Got to, got to, got to, got to
Got, got to, got to, got to
Got, got, got to
Gonna make him cry
Gonna make him cry
I got a woman
Way over town
Ah, she’s good to me
She’s good to me
Alright
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Peter: Hello again.
Davy: Hello. Let’s have, let’s have a nice round of applause for the Sundowners and Lynne Randell. Come on. Okay. That’s good, that’s good. Well, I’ll tell you something. Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Usually, at this time, when, when we do our show, we get everybody in their audience with a flash camera, and after, when we count to three, everybody goes at the same time, so the people that haven’t got flash cameras can take a picture, you see? But we can’t do that, because the lousy people that own this place made you check all your things at the door. What can you do?
Peter: So, um, heh heh. We’d like to uh, dedicate the rest of this portion to the guys in the booth who can see us from right about there some place I think. Yeah, and to all of you too. And also, also to that fabulous crew of guys like Chadwick over here, and Neko and Ric, all these guys who are behind the scenes who help us with our lights, the guys we call the mini Monkees. Let’s have a round of applause for the mini Monkees. Yeah! [???] As soon as they fix the [???] sound in my mic, which is over there. [???] Hey! [???] Hello! [???] This is what’s called technical difficulties. [???] technical difficulties too. Bill’s in charge of technical difficulties. Heh heh heh.
Micky: Go, Billy, baby!
Peter: Say hello to Billy. Hi Billy! Billy’s gonna fix me a microphone. Get ready for all that. Huh. Behold one busted microphone.
?: Well, hello. It’s a bad cable.
Peter: That’s better.
Micky: Ah!

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: You guys are no good at all. 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.

Micky: My drums are disintegrating! Sock it to me, Mike!
Davy: Everybody, clap your hands. [???]
Micky: Clap your feet!
Davy: Come on, clap your hands. Come on. Stamp your feet. Up there, come on. Clap your hands. Over here, clap. Stamp your feet. Clap your hands. 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 find 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 step… freak out!

Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone

You’re tryin’ to make your mark in society
You’re usin’ all the tricks that you used on me
You’re readin’ all those 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, ohh!

Micky: Psychedelic! Freak out! Heavy! Yeah, yeah, ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! (Woo!) Ahhh! Waaake out!
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
Freak out, steppin’ stone
Freak out, steppin’ stone
Freak out, 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
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone

Micky: Thank you!
Peter: Good night!
Davy: Bye bye!

Davy: Hello.
Micky: Thank you very much.
Peter: Hello then. Welcome to the 1967 Olympics.
Micky: Ha ha ha ha ha.
Davy: Don’t make me laugh. I have chapped lips, Peter. Please, please.
Micky: Ohh, another one of those nights, huh, guys? Great set up again, boys. It’s broken. Completely broken. Broken. Broken. Broken. Doesn’t tighten. Hi. Th-this is David Pearl. He’s trying to fix the microphone stand. It’s broken. Heh heh heh. It’s broken. Heh heh. It’s broken. Heh. It’s broken. Heh. Beautiful. Beautiful. It’s broken.
Peter: Hey, um, I’m sorry we’re so late, but we have a, there’s a, they, the crew messed up on Micky’s mic and uh, that’s Neko over there fixing it. Say hello to Neko. Hello Neko!
Micky: Thank you, Neko. Sock it to me.

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
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)
I’ll meet you at the station
We’ll have time for coffee-flavored kisses (Train)
And a bit of conversation, oh (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

[break]

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: Thank you. Guess what? My bass drum isn’t nailed down either. There’s no business like show business, there’s no business I know. All the lousy equipment that you have on stage. Heh heh heh. Ah, what? Alright, sock it to me! We all know that you… may just be the one.

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

Micky: Thank you. Oh, this is Bill Chadwick, heh heh. Say hi to Bill.
Peter: Hi Billy.
Micky: Hi Bill.
Peter: Hi Billy! Everybody, come on, hi Billy. Thata way.
Micky: C-could we turn the house lights on for a second and see everybody out there? For just a second?
Peter: Yeah, let’s turn on the house lights a minute and see everybody out there for a second. Thank you for turning on the house—ah, there we go.
Micky: Ah!
Davy: Hi!
Micky: Hi!
Peter: Oh, aren’t there a lot of you! Huh. Glad to see you all here.
Micky: That’s nice. Thank you very much.
Mike: Hello, test. [???] looks better.
Peter: We’re not in, we’re not in test, Michael.
Mike: Yeah, it would looks better, [???]. It’s too loud in here.
Micky: Okay, I think we’ve got it now.
Peter: Good luck.
Micky: As you look into her eyes, you can tell 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 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”
[???] in a whirl
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

[break]
Hup! Hup!

So, goodbye, dear, I just can’t take this chance again (Yeah, 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: Yeah! Thank you then.
Micky: And now, the velvet voiced midget will sing that song so dear to our hearts.

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. Thank you very much.
Mike: Hello, Spokane. We’d like to do a song now off of the Monkees album called Headquarters, and the name of the song is “Scroungy Girlfriend”.

She owns and operates her own sunshine factory
Painting smiles on dolls and then on me
She’s my sunny girlfriend and personality

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

While I am sleeping
Then she comes creeping
Into my thoughts at night
Gazing down through eyes as bright as wonder

She can send you on your way to everywhere
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. And now pretty Peter, the man with the gabardine voice. Asking—
Peter: Gabardine?! What is that, “gabardine”? 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-ah-ah

[break, ad lib]
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: Oh, they’re gonna put us in the movies. Right?
Micky: Now, Davy Jones, the man with the velvet voice, will sing that never to be forgotten song that warmed, that warmed your hearts so many years ago. [???], ladies and gentlemen, here he is, singing that never to be forgotten song.
Mike: The song you’ll never forget.
Micky: You’ll never forget this song. Heh heh.
Peter: What was the name of that song?
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!
Mike: [???]
Micky: Yep.
Mike: [???]

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: It wasn’t a lie, it was sort of, just a play, you know. Ha ha ha. I won’t do it any more. Hey Mick. I won’t do it—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? Alright, you dirty rats. Hm! Alright, all you dirty rats. Alright. Shh! I want to introduce somebody to you. Heh heh heh heh heh. Wawawa. Shh! Quiet! Shh! Ladies and gentlemen. 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. We’re gonna—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! 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, oh. 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. Uh, I wanna clear some th—I wanna clear some things up in your mind so that uh, you can have ’em, you know, like, straight uh. Regardless of what uh, regardless of what you’ve heard, and regardless of what the rumors are, The Monkees will be on the air this September on NBC. Thank you. And baby, you oughta see what we’re gonna do next. 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!

Mike: 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

[break]

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: Michael’s [???] Ha ha ha.
Micky: Alright!
Davy: [???]
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, wait a minute. Everybody who’s got a camera now, hold it way up in the air just so we’re gonna play the game. Make sure you got it all loaded up. 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!