MAN (O.S.) What are you, what are you doing?! Can I get back in there?
MIKE:
Go away, will ya please?!
MICKY:
Uh, where’s the disc jockey? Taking Monkee requests, call in, KRUX farm report. Tell ’em.
MIKE:
We’ve, uh, got the farm report here. Uh and they’re, are cows is up fourteen and chickens is down twenty-seven and, uh, pigs is down thirty-seven and most of the javelina hogs is just fine like they is. We’re gonna go into our mail bag now with a letter here from Mr. Leonard T. Kretchlow. Every morning I get up about seven thirty and wander out into the yard. There I notice that several of my chickens is now laying on the ground, cold and stiff with their feet in the air. Could you tell me, possibly, what is wrong with them?
MICKY:
Mr. Kretchlow… Mr. Kretchlow, your chickens are dead.
MIKE:
That’s the KRUX farm report. Chickens are dead.
“The Girl I Knew Somewhere”
MIKE:
Well, since we took over the radio station, we thought we’d find us the prettiest little eighteen year old girl that we could and bring her into the station and talk to her. And we’re on the air now, be cool. Let me ask you, if you really found out that none of us could play a note and couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, would you hate us?
RADIO GIRL:
No.
MIKE:
No? Why, why is that?
RADIO GIRL:
Well, because you’re putting people on pretty good if you don’t.
MIKE:
Ha ha ha ha, that’s great. Okay, well, for those skeptics out there who still don’t believe we don’t play our own instruments, come down and tell ’em you know me, and I’ll get you in free.
[The crowd screams.]
MICKY:
—the W.C. on, that’s that light stuff.
PETER:
Sorry, if he wants to do light, he can—
MICKY:
I don’t think he knew.
PETER:
—it’s just a matter of getting color.
MIKE (V.O.):
Peter stated it real well. Your life when you go out on the road turns into an endless tunnel of just limousines and airplanes and hotel rooms. And all of a sudden there’s one brief period of light, and that’s when you walk out there on the stage, you know. And it all seems worthwhile.
[The crowd screams.]
[The crowd screams.]
“Last Train to Clarksville”
[The crowd screams.]
“Sweet Young Thing”
[The crowd screams.]
“Mary, Mary”
[The crowd screams.]
MICKY:
Thank you! Mary! Mar—Mar—
PETER:
Great, fantastic concert! They’re unbelievable out there! It was incredible.
MICKY:
Mary Mary Mary!
DAVY:
Oh, man!
PETER:
Heh heh.
MICKY:
Where ya going, Mary—Mike? Davy? Peter?
DAVY:
They’re waiting for you, man.
MIKE:
Go, man.
MICKY:
A big round of applause for Peter Tork.
PETER:
Thank you! Thank you so much!
“Cripple Creek”
PETER (V.O.):
After a concert, my ears are ringing for… around twelve hours, and after a number of days of this kind of thing, you, you really need some absolute quiet for a while. And, uh, it’s not, it’s not fun to avoid people all the time, you… spend all your time running from, that’s nowhere. So, you, you walk, just, uh, a little green, and a little quiet, you hope, if you can find it any place. Helps if you can.
“Cripple Creek”
PETER:
Thank you! Thank you very much! ??? Mr. Mike “Woolhat” Nesmith!
“You Can’t Judge A Book By Looking At The Cover”
MIKE:
I used to cut class and take a chair and go and sit in the middle of the stage—huh huh—and look, and look out at this empty house, and just play, like it was full of people screaming. And, uh, and I kept thinking to myself, “Someday, man, someday”. But it’s still the same ???. Instead of thinking, “Well, I’ve made it”, I keep thinking, “Someday, man, someday”.
“You Can’t Judge A Book By Looking At The Cover”
MIKE:
And now, here is the world’s best looking midget, Davy Jones!
“I Wanna Be Free”
DAVY:
How many days—I’ve lost, man, I lose track of time. I don’t know what—I couldn’t tell you what day it was today. I, you know, you got every—at home, you got everything worked out from hour to hour or from minute to minute. Here, you know, you, you don’t what you’re gonna do. Like, uh, I got up this morning at eleven o’clock, and I went over there and played with the damn—with the swan for an hour.
BOB RAFELSON (O.S.):
You played with—why did you play with the swan?
DAVY:
I don’t know. It looked lonely.
“I Wanna Be Free”
MIKE:
There he is, the hardest working man in show business. None other than Micky “James Brown” Dolenz! One, two, three, four!
“I Got a Woman”
MICKY (V.O.):
This morning, I went to this house that, uh, a man had built all by himself, and I really got hung up on it, ’cause, uh, when I was a kid, I, I used to build a lot of things. And I know I’ve got a lot going for me with the music and the show and everything, but, but still, uh, someday, I’d, I’d like to make something, something that’ll last. Something important. Something I, I can say is my own.
“I Got a Woman”
MICKY:
Thank you! Thank you very much!
“(I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone”
[The crowd screams.]
MAN (O.S.):
Come on, get in the car, fellas. Come on, let’s get going.
MAN (O.S.):
Shut the door.
“I’m a Believer”
MIKE:
We’d like to thank everybody for making it a wonderful stay. We’d like to thank the Rolling Stones for being a great group. We’d like to thank the Mamas and Papas for making it good. We’d like to thank Lovin’ Spoonful for making it happy. But most of all, we’d like to thank the Beatles for starting it all up for us.
“I’m a Believer”