Live 1967 (1987) Lyrics

1. Last Train To Clarksville (Live 1967) Lyrics
2. You Just May Be The One (Live 1967) Lyrics
3. The Girl I Knew Somewhere (Live 1967) Lyrics
4. I Wanna Be Free (Live 1967) Lyrics
5. Sunny Girlfriend (Live 1967) Lyrics
6. Your Auntie Grizelda (Live 1967) Lyrics
7. Forget That Girl (Live 1967) Lyrics
8. Sweet Young Thing (Live 1967) Lyrics
9. Mary, Mary (Live 1967) Lyrics
10. Cripple Creek Lyrics
11. You Can't Judge A Book By Looking At The Cover Lyrics
12. Gonna Build A Mountain Lyrics
13. I Got A Woman Lyrics
14. I'm A Believer (Live 1967) Lyrics
15. Randy Scouse Git (Live 1967) Lyrics
16. (I'm Not Your) Steppin' Stone (Live 1967) Lyrics

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Last Train To Clarksville (Live 1967) Lyrics

Peter: Hello then!
Davy: Oh, 'ello. 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
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be here by 4:30 '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 '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
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be here by 4:30 'cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow (hey!)
Oh no, no, no...
Oh no, no, no...

Take the last train to Clarksville
Now I must hang up the phone
I can't hear you in this 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

Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be here by 4:30 '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
Take the last train to Clarksville
Take the last train to Clarksville
Take the last train to Clarksville...

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...
Peter: Michael --
Davy: 'Ello everybody!
Peter: -- Michael has a new guitar which he doesn't understand yet.
Micky: Okay!

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You Just May Be The One (Live 1967) Lyrics

Micky: 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 advantage
Of 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

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The Girl I Knew Somewhere (Live 1967) Lyrics

Micky: 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 this same thing was done
Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong

[break]

So goodbye dear, I just can't take this chance again
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-voice midget, the one that expresses how we feel tonight here at this beautiful auditorium. With flowers in our hair and flowers in our eyes, 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, being free, and helping and loving, bringing 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 and album out of this pretty soon.
Peter: [in the background] We tune because we care.
Micky: We tune because we care.

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I Wanna Be Free (Live 1967) Lyrics

Micky: Don't pick it, it'll never heal.

I wanna be free
Like the blue birds 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
Laughin' in the sun
Always havin' fun
Doin' 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
Laughin' in the sun
Always havin' fun
Doin' 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-I-I-I-I-I-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.

Peter: We'd like to welcome you to the 37th Olympics.
Mike: I'd like to thank TWA for flying all the contestants here tonight...

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Sunny Girlfriend (Live 1967) Lyrics

Mike: 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, do bop, yep)
Painting smiles on dolls and then on me (do bops)
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 tells you 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)
'Cause 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 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
Yes she's my sunny girlfriend
She doesn't really care

Micky: Thank you.

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Your Auntie Grizelda (Live 1967) Lyrics

Micky: And now pretty Peter, the man with the gabardine voice...
Peter: What is that, "gabardine voice"?
Micky: Man with ray on acetate throat, hehehe... Auntie Grizelda.

She knows her mind all right, your Auntie Grizelda
She says she knows my kind, she might maybe 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

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 havin' a fit
She doesn't like me a bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda-a-a

[break]

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 havin' a fit
She doesn't like me a bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda-a-a

Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda...
Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda...
Grizzle da, grizzle da da, da da da...

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Forget That Girl (Live 1967) Lyrics

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
She'll only bring you down again, ah
Forget that girl, 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 dreaming only of you
But now she's put herself above you
And there's nothing I can do

Forget that girl, ah
She'll only bring you down again, ah
Forget that girl, 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, him...

Forget that girl...
Forget that girl...
Forget that girl...
Forget that girl...
Forget that girl...

Davy: Thank you! Woo!

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Sweet Young Thing (Live 1967) Lyrics

Micky: And now, let us take you if we may, down south to Louisiana and the Cajun country, with the sock-it-to-me sound of Sweet Young Thing!

I know that something very strange is happening 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 (sweet young thing, sweet young thing)

Whoa, people try to talk to me, their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts to try and 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 (hey!)

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

I know that something very strange is happening 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
With dreams of bluer skies
All these things
When I see it in your eyes
Sweet young thing (sweet young thing, sweet young thing...)

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Mary, Mary (Live 1967) Lyrics

Davy: Okay, now you have to do some work. Everybody clap your hands, c'mon, clap your hands, louder, c'mon, everybody up here, clap. Stamp your feet. Clap, c'mon. 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 ready. I'm not ready. Wait a minute. I'm not ready. Okay, I'm ready.
[music starts up again]
Micky: Wait a minute, I'm not ready yet, wait a minute, wait a minute... okay, I'm ready.
Davy: Okay, everybody, clap your hands.
[music starts up again]
Davy: One, two, one two three four!

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?

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?

What more Mary can I do
To prove that my love is truly yours?
I've done more now than a clear-thinkin' 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 goin' to?

Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?...

Micky: Thank you! Mary, Mary, where you goin' to? Mary, Mary, where you... Ma... Mary? Are you all done?
Mike: Yeah, I'm all through.
[Mike plays guitar]
Micky: Mary, where you...?
[Mike plays guitar]
Micky: Ma...
Mike: Okay, I'm all through.
Micky: Are you all through?
Mike: I'm all done. I won't do it anymore.
Micky: I'll get my camera. ...You sure you're through?
Mike: Oh yeah, I'm through, I won't do it anymore.
[Mike plays guitar]
Micky: Mary! ...You lied to me!
Mike: You can leave, I won't do it anymore. I really won't do it anymore. C'mon, I'll show you. ...you've gotta leave the microphone there. That's no fair.
Micky: I gotta leave the microphone...
Mike: I, really, I'm through. I won't do it anymore.
[Mike plays guitar]
Micky: Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin' to? Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin' to? Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary... Mike...?

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Cripple Creek Lyrics

Micky: Alright you dirty rats! Alright all you dirty rats! I want to introduce somebody to you. Shh! Quiet! Ladies and gentlemen... the gargantuan Peter Tork!

Peter: Hello again! How are ya? 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? NO, ya wouldn't! So, I'm glad you're happy, 'cause we're happy to be here. I'm gonna, I'm gonna... hi! Hi Hank. I'm gonna do 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 get to 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.
[fans screaming]
Peter: Well, I'm glad you're making yourselves heard, 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 the 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 the 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
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!

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You Can't Judge A Book By Looking At The Cover Lyrics

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 Mike Nesmith!
Mike: Watch the V-U, Hank!

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, baby
I look like a farmer, but I'm a lover
You can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

Can't judge the sugar by lookin' at the pan
Can't judge a woman by lookin' at her man
Can't judge 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

You can't judge a fish by lookin' in the pond
You can't judge the right by lookin' at the wrong
You can't judge 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

You can't judge an apple by lookin' at the tree, baby
You can't judge the honey by lookin' at the bee
You 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
You can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

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Gonna Build A Mountain Lyrics

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, I 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, and a world someday
And the Lord sends Gabriel to take me away
Whoa, I wanna fine young son, to take my place
I'll leave my sonin the 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 that 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 wanna build a heaven, and a world someday
And the Lord sends Gabriel to take me away
Whoa, I wanna fine young son, to take my place
I'll leave my son in the heaven on earth with the good Lord's grace
I wanna 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

Davy: Thank you! Thank you very much
Mike: I wanna tell ya... I 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, I really appreciate it. I think it's the first... I think this is the first night in 22 years I've ever been able to hear Micky. Y'know, it's really nice. Thank you, uh, dig...
[fans screaming]
Mike: Wait, ah, hold it! Don't start! And baby, you oughta see what we're gonna do next.

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I Got A Woman Lyrics

Mike: Alright, and now, here he is, the hardest workin' man in show business, the man who brought you such hits as 'The Last Train To Clarksville', and 'I'm A Deceiver'. Columbia Pictures Corporation and Screen Gems is proud to present, His Royal Majesty, Micky 'James Brown' Dolenz! One, two, three, four!

I got a woman
All the time
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-me-me-me-me

Oh, now she's my baby
Don't you understand?
I know, I know, I'm her lovin' man

I got a woman
All 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
I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me-me-me

And now baby
Oh yes indeed
I know I'm the kind of guy she needs

I got a woman
All the time
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'd be so proud walkin' by her side
Couldn't get a better girl no matter how hard I tried

I got a woman
All the time
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, now she's my baby
Don't you understand?
And I know, I'm her lovin' man

I got a woman
All the time
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'd be so proud walkin' by her side
Couldn't get a better girl no matter how hard I tried

I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me
I got a woman
All over town
She's good to me
She's good to me

Now, she's my baby
Don't you understand?
I know, I know, I'm her lovin' man

I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me
She's good to me
She's good to me
She's good to me
Aww, I got to, got to
Good to me
She's good to me
She's good to me
Good to me

Let me hear you say "Yeah!"
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!...

Micky: Whoa!
Davy: Hello!... no shorts jokes, no short jokes!

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I'm A Believer (Live 1967) Lyrics

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's flashes their flash cues 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 cue is gonna get a flash picture anyway, 'cause as soon as Micky comes out here, we're gonna go like "1, 2, flash" and that's when you -- hold it! -- that's when you do it. Later. When Micky gets out here and as soon as he changes his shirt and breathes a little oxygen and uh... I hear ya, for cryin' out loud! Ahhhhh!
Mike: Okay, ready now? Now remember, the flash is on three, okay? Here we go. Everybody ready? Okay, here we go! ONE, TWO FLASH!
Davy: Yaaaaaaay!

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else, but not for me
Love was out to get me
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 mind
I'm in love
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 tryin'?
All you get is pain
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
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tried

Love was out to get me
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 mind
I'm in love
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...

Micky: Thank you! I can't see a thing!

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Randy Scouse Git (Live 1967) Lyrics

Peter: 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 hummin' 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
There's 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 naugh-ga-hyde
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!

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?

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 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?

Peter: We want you to know, this has been the most unusual concert, we have you to thank for that.
Micky: Great set up, guys! Great set up!
Peter: Everything is absolutely running according to clock work... that is...
Micky: My drums are disintegrating!
Peter: That is if you have a three dollar clock...

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(I'm Not Your) Steppin' Stone (Live 1967) Lyrics

Peter: We'd like to do a song for you now that was one of our singles. Uh, as apposed to one of our triples.
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
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
I, I, I, I, I'm not your steppin' stone

One, two, one two three four!
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone...
No, not me
Oh babe, I'm not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone...

Thank you!
Good night!
Thank you!
Goodbye!

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