“Sweet Young Thing (live)”

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.