The Mike & Micky Show (2020)

Micky: Wow, hello, hi.
Mike: Hellooooo!

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

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

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

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

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

(Ah)

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

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

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

Mike: Yeah! The one that started it all.

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

She’s got a book that tells about everybody’s past
She can make you slow while making your mind move fast
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
She’s only started after you think that she is there
She’s my sunny girlfriend, and she just doesn’t care
She’s my sunny girlfriend, she doesn’t really care
She’s my sunny girlfriend, she does not really care

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?

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?

Mary, Mary
Where you going to? (Mary, Mary)
Come on, Mary
Can I go too? (Mary, Mary)
Ah, Mary
Mary, where you going to? (Mary, Mary)
Come on, Mary
Can I go with you? Now [???]

Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary, ooh)
Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary, ooh)
Oh! Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary, Mary (Mary, Mary, ooh)
Aw, Mary, Mary, Mary
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Mary, Mary, where you going to?

You told me you’d always stay, you told me
You told me you’d never stray, you told me
All these things you said you said sincerely
Still I am leaving you in spite of what you told me

I’ve heard things that did not match what you told me
And of your love that would not last that you told me
Forewarned is forearmed, it hurts, I’m leaving
I may be wrong, I can’t love what I’m just hearing

Times have made me shy
Of all the things you’re saying
Times have made me shy
Of girls and all the games they are playing

Someday I may see the truth in what you told me
I may find I left too soon and that you told me
Only things that you were honestly feeling
But I must have more to love than what you told me (I must have more to love than what you told me)
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me (I must have more to love than what you told me)
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me

Mike: Thank you!

Love is understanding
Don’t you know that this is true?
Love is understanding
It’s in everything we do

In this generation (In this generation)
In this lovin’ time (In this lovin’ time)
In this generation
We will make the world shine

We were born to love one another
This is something we all need
We were born to love one another
We must be what we’re going to be
And what we have to be is free

In this generation (In this generation)
In this lovin’ time (In this lovin’ time)
In this generation
We will make the world shine

We were born to love one another
This is something we all need
We were born to love one another
We must be what we’re going to be
And what we have to be is free

We gotta be free
Gotta be free (Love is understanding)
(In this generation) In this generation
Love is understanding we gotta be free (In this generation)
Gotta be free (In this generation)
Gotta be free (In this generation)
Gotta be free

Micky: Mr. Peter Tork!

With his fool’s gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left King Midas there as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more

And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer

With his travelogue of maybe-next-year places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door (And he throws it all away)
And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears
As he finds out there’s been no one keeping score

And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer

And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer

Fading through the door
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer

Mike: Thank you so much. Thank you. That’s great.

Micky: Oh, nimbus!

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 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: Brrha!

Walk out, girl, don’t you walk out
We’ve got things to say
Talk out, let’s have it talked out
Things’ll be okay

I said girl, I don’t want to fight
I’m a little bit wrong
And you’re a little bit right
I said girl, you know that it’s true
It’s a little bit me (It’s a little bit me)
And it’s a little bit you, too

Don’t know just what I said wrong
Girl, I apologize
Don’t go, here’s where you belong
Wipe the tears from your eyes

I said girl, I don’t want to fight
I’m a little bit wrong
And you’re a little bit right
I said girl, you know that it’s true
It’s a little bit me (It’s a little bit me)
And it’s a little bit you, too

[break]

I said girl, I don’t want to fight
I’m a little bit wrong
And you’re a little bit right
Well, I say girl, you know that it’s true
It’s a little bit me (It’s a little bit me)
And it’s a little bit you, too

It’s a little bit me (Ah, it’s a little bit me)
Well, it’s a little bit you (Ah, it’s a little bit you)
Oh, it’s a little bit me (Ah, it’s a little bit me)
And it’s a little bit you (Ah, it’s a little bit you)
Girl, don’t go (Ah, it’s a little bit me)
No no no no (Ah, it’s a little bit you)
Girl, don’t go (Ah, it’s a little bit me)
No-no no no-no no no (Ah, it’s a little bit you)

You tell me that you’ve never been this way before
You tell me things I know I’ve heard somewhere
Standing in the places
And you’re staring down through faces
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”
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
As may be, I can’t explain, just ask
The girl that I knew somewhere

If your love was not a game
I only have myself to blame
As may be, I can’t explain, just ask
The girl that I knew somewhere

Mike: Thank you. So much.

And if I can make it home by Tuesday
That’s if I can make it home at all

I’m headed out in the sunshine, babe
Feeling to your knees
Nobody else but my own sweet self

Do you know
Where we go?
Do you know
Where we go?

High in a rooftop, singing a song
Choirs of angels all sing along
It’s late and I’m scared, so please, don’t be long
I’m still not sure where I come from
Feeling low

Gone are the doubts of clouds I had before
Gone are the blinkers ’round my eyes

I’m headed out in the sunshine, babe
Feeling to your knees
Nobody else but my own sweet self

Do you know
Where we go?
Do you know (Old friends say, oh, he’s lost his way)
Where we go? (But they can’t see what I can see)
Do you know (Oh, I’ll never come back)
Where we go? (I’m headed out in the sunshine, babe)
Do you know
Where we go?

High in a rooftop, singing a song
Choirs of angels all sing along
It’s late and I’m scared, so please, don’t be long
I’m still not sure where I come from
Feeling low

She walks around on brass rings that never touch her feet
She speaks in conversations that never are complete
Looking over past things that she has never done
She calls herself St. Matthew, and she is on the run

She stoops down to gather partly shattered men
Knows that when it’s over, it will start again
Both the times she smiled, it was a portrait of the sun
She calls herself St. Matthew when she is on the run

Part of it is loneliness
And knowing how to steal
But most of it is weariness from standing up
Trying not to kneel

She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead
Sometimes she must raise her hand to tell you what she said
Then standing in a landslide, she suddenly becomes
A girl that’s named St. Matthew when she is on the run

Part of it is loneliness
And knowing how to steal
Most of it is weariness from standing up
Trying not to kneel

She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead
Sometimes she must raise her hand to tell you what she said
Then standing in a landslide, she suddenly becomes
A girl that’s named St. Matthew when she is on the run

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

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

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

(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do do)

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

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

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

(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do)
(Do do do, do-do do-do do)

Micky: Thank you! Wow!

Micky: Huh!

Circle sky
Telling lies
Here I stand
Happy man

’Cause it looks like we’ve made it once again
Yes, it looks like we’ve made it once again

Color sound
All around
Wing-tip smile
Sees for miles

And it looks like we’ve made it once again
Yes, it looks like we’ve made it once again

It’s a very extraordinary scene
To those who don’t understand
But what you have seen you must believe
If you can, if you can

Hamilton
Smiling down
Telling more
Than before

And it looks like we’ve made it once again
Yes, it looks like we’ve made it to the end

Mike: Thank you!

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

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

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

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

Creature comfort goals
Only numb my soul
Make it hard for me to see (Ahh)
My thoughts all seem to stray
Places far away
I need a change of scenery

Da da-da da, da da-da da
Da da-da da, da da-da daa
Da da-da da, da da-da da
Da da-da da, da da-da daa

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

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

Mike: We’re gonna do a kind of acoustic set now. These are songs that we’ve had with us for a long time, and sort of hard to get ’em launched back in the day, but, but now, me and, uh, Mick just do ’em, huh huh huh. Nyah-nyah nyah-nyah. Ha ha ha haha. Now, I’ll tell ya, you know, don’t wanna embarass him, I’ve never enjoyed working with anyone as much as I do with Micky Dolenz.
Micky: Oh!
Mike: That’s true. You know that.
Micky: And you know my sentiments exactly. I’ve never enjoyed working with anybody but me as much as I have… ha ha ha. We used to sit around the campfire, we used to call it, in between shooting scenes in the show, and invariably, we would end up playing Nez tunes ’cause he was the only one writing any songs, and this is one of the very first ones that I remember learning and playing with, uh, good old Papa Nez, called “Papa Gene’s Blues”.

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

I have no more than I did before (Mike: If you know it, sing it!)
But now I’ve got all that I need (Mike: That was pretty)
For I love you, and I know you love me (Mike: Yeah!)

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

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

Mike: Play, Magic Fingers!

[break]

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

Mike: Fantastic! Fantastic!
Micky: One day, Nez comes up to me—huh, sounds like the start of some… ha ha ha. “Well, one day, Nez comes up to me—”
Mike: Says, “Hey there, Mick. How come it is you don’t write no songs?”
Micky: I said, “Why should I write songs, Nez?”
Mike: “Because that’s where the money is.”
Micky: Oh! Ha ha ha ha! Well, I was over in the U.K., and uh, our first tour, meeting all kinds of wonderful people, like the Beatles and stuff, and I went to my hotel room one night, and I wrote a song about my experiences. I called it “Randy Scouse Git”. Couple of months later, the, uh, record company said that, uh, they wanted to release it in England as a single, and I said, “Cool”, but they said, “You have to change the title.” I said “Why?” They said “Because it’s rude.” I said “I saw it on BBC television at seven o’clock at night,” and they said, “I’m sorry, you have to have an alternate title.” And uh, okay, so the song was released, went to number one under the title “Alternate Title”.

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

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

Micky: Listen to this.
[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?

(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?

Micky: Ba doobie do wa.
Mike: Ah!
Micky: Ba doobie do wa.
Mike: Oh!
Micky: Ba doobie doobie ba-da da.

Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues
It cannot be a part of me for now it’s part of you

Careful plays on fields that seem to vanish
When they’re in between
And softly, as I walk away
In freshly tattered shoes
It cannot be a part of me for now it’s part of you

Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right
Standing more at ease

Yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh

Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right
Standing more at ease

Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time, the faded dream
Is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me for now it’s part of you
It cannot be a part of me for now it’s part of you
Yeh, yeh, whoa, yeh, yeh, yeh

Me and Magdalena
We’re driving south through Monterey
As the sun is slowly sinking
Into a distant ocean wave

And I don’t know if I’ve ever loved any other
Half as much as I do in this light she’s under

Tell me, Magdalena
What do you see in the depths of your night?
Do you see a long lost father?
Does he hold you with the hands you remember as a child?

But know everything lost will be recovered
When you drift into the arms of the undiscovered

And I don’t know if I ever loved any other
Half as much as I do in this light she’s under

Me and Magdalena
Always leaving early and sleeping late
Secluded in the canyon
Lost within a turn of fate

But know everything lost will be recovered
When you drift into the arms of the undiscovered

And I don’t know if I’ve ever loved any other
Half as much as I do in this light she’s under

Mike: “Me & Magdalena”. Ben Gibbard, author.

Mike: But he said “why did you name this ‘Auntie’s Municipal Court’?”, and I said “I don’t know”.

Fine man, crazy man, he can’t see
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea
Why do the people always look at me?
Nobody here can see that we are you
We are you
She’s him too
She’s him too
Fine man, crazy man, he can’t see
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea
Hum, hum

Solid brass statuary guards at the door
Used to come as one, now it comes as four
Somebody here just sent for more
Red and yellow cartoons saying we need two
We need two
More than you
More than you
Solid brass statuary guards at the door
Used to come as one, now it comes as four
Hum, hum

Somebody stole their mind
Somebody stole their mind
They say they can’t find
What is kind
What is kind

[break]

Somebody stole their mind
Somebody stole their mind
They say they can’t find
What is kind
What is kind

Fine man, crazy man, he can’t see
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea
Why do the people always look at me?
Nobody here wants to see that we are you
We are you
She’s him too
She’s him too
Fine man, crazy man, he can’t see
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea
Hum, hum

Ah
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Ah

Here we go again
Ah

Hum

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

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

[break]
Hep, hep
Hep, hep
Hep
Hep hep, hep hep, goin’ down
Goin’ down

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

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

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
With your wings
I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing

People try to talk to me, their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts to try to bring me down
Turned on to the sunset like I’ve never been before
I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door

And it’s love you bring
No, that I can’t deny
With your wings
I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing, ah

Mike: Wreck it.

[break]

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, ah
Sweet young thing, ah

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

You’re trying to make your mark in society
You’re using all the tricks that you used on me
You’re reading all them high-fashion magazines
The clothes you’re wearing, girl, are causing public scenes

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

Micky: Go, Rich!

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

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

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

Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
I’m not your steppin’, steppin’ stone
Step-step-steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’
Step-step-steppin’ stone
Step-step-steppin’ stone
Oh no
Oh no
I’m not your, not your, not your, not your
Not your steppin’ stone
Step-step-steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’
Not your steppin’
Not your steppin’, steppin’ stone
Oh no
Oh no
I’m not your stepp-in’ stone!
No!

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

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

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

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

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

Micky: Okay, you know what’s coming. It’s your turn now. Here we go. One, two, three!

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

Micky: Everybody, skate backwards!

(Cheer up, Sleepy Jean) (Hey!)
(Oh, what can it mean) (Listen up!)
(To a daydream believer)
(And a homecoming queen?)

Micky: Well done!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play the drums louder
Tell me I can live without her
If I only listen to the band
Listen to the band

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

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 (Mm, whoa)
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

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

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

Micky: One time, Alex!
[break]
Micky: Well, alright.

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 (Mm, whoa)
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

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

Micky: Thank you! Good night!