“(I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone (live)”

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!