The Early Years: A Scrapbook Lyrics
| Song | The Early Years: A Scrapbook |
| Artist | Jersey Boys - Full Company |
| Album | Jersey Boys Original Broadway Cast Recording |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ah, hut hut | |
| Ah, hut hut | |
| (Spoken) | |
| That's our song. "Oh What A Night". "Ces soirées-là". French. | |
| Number one in Paris, 2000. How'd that happen? You ask four guys, you get four different versions. | |
| But this is where all of them start - Belleville, New Jersey. | |
| A thousand years ago. Eisenhower, Rocky Marciano, | |
| and a few guys under a street lamp singing somebody else's latest hit. | |
| (Sung) | |
| Lost control and rang your bell | |
| I was sore | |
| Let me in or else I'll beat | |
| Down your door | |
| When two strangers who had been | |
| Two silhouettes on the shade | |
| Said to my shock, | |
| "You're on the wrong block." | |
| Silhouettes (silhouettes) | |
| Silhouettes (silhouettes) | |
| Silhouettes (silhouettes) | |
| Wa-oh-oh-oh | |
| Silhouettes (silhouettes) | |
| Silhouettes (silhouettes) | |
| Silhouettes (silhouettes) | |
| Wa-oh-oh-oh | |
| Darlin', my darlin', my darlin', my darlin', darlin' | |
| Darlin', my darlin', my darlin', my darlin', darlin' | |
| (Spoken) | |
| Our brass ring turns out to be a kid who sings like an angel. | |
| He hangs around the clubs. So I set up a little surprise for him. | |
| (Sung) | |
| You're the apple of my eye! | |
| (Spoken) | |
| Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! We're the Variety Trio! | |
| Three, four-! And now, a new discovery of mine; little Frankie Castelluccio! Two, three, four! | |
| (Sung) | |
| I can't give you anything but love | |
| Baby | |
| That's the only thing I've plently of | |
| Baby | |
| Dream awhile | |
| scheme awhile | |
| We're sure to find | |
| Happiness | |
| And I guess | |
| All those things you've alway pined for | |
| Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell | |
| Baby | |
| (Spoken) | |
| Groups are growing on trees, but this kid could do it for us. Sure, he's green, | |
| but that's where I come in. I take this raw clay and I make like Michaelangelo. | |
| I got a few years on him, so I've got a lot to teach him. It's like my mission. | |
| "Listen, Frankie, Tuesday night me and my brother Nick are going to knock | |
| over Fixer's Jewelry Store over on Frenchtown Road. Around midnight. You in, or what?" | |
| "I dunno, my dad wants me home by eleven." | |
| "Tell him we're rehearsing. I figure your cut'll be a hundred and fifty. Maybe two." | |
| He's a good kid. He just needs a little, you know, guidance. | |
| "That jog your memory?" | |
| "Frankie, you're driving Tommy's car, | |
| you've got no license - it's one block from where they hit Fixer's!" | |
| "We got Tommy and his brother. They already gave you up, numbnuts." | |
| "I dunno what you're talking about." | |
| "Have it your way." | |
| "How old are you?" | |
| "Sixteen, your honour." | |
| "I'm letting you off with a warning. I suggest you get yourself a new set of friends. | |
| Now get out of here." | |
| "Frankie - sing good." | |
| "Kid's a singer?" | |
| "A good singer. And getting better." | |
| "Then he ought to be great by the time you get out. Six months." | |
| (Sung) | |
| Oh, earth angel | |
| Earth angel | |
| The one I adore | |
| Love you forever | |
| And ever more | |
| (Spoken) | |
| "Nicky, for God's sakes! What are we doing in church? | |
| I thought we were going to the movies!" | |
| "Relax, will ya? The kid's ready to play a big room!" | |
| (Sung) | |
| I want a-- Sunday kind of love | |
| A love to last past Saturday night | |
| I'm glad to know | |
| It's more than love at first sight | |
| I want a Sunday kind of love | |
| I do my Sunday dreaming | |
| And all my Sunday scheming | |
| Every minute | |
| Every hour | |
| Every day | |
| I'm hoping to discover | |
| A certain kind of lover | |
| (Spoken) | |
| "So that's your real name? Valli?" | |
| "Nah - Castelluccio. Francis Castelluccio." | |
| "Kinda long for a marquee." | |
| "That's why I changed it. Vally. V-A-L-L-Y." | |
| "No, V-A-L-L-I!" | |
| "How come?" | |
| "Because you're Italian! You've gotta end in a vowel. Delgad-O, Castellucci-O, pizz-A. Vall-I. With an I. | |
| It says, 'This is who I am. You don't like it? You can go fuck yourself.'" | |
| "Hey, Frankie - sing 'My Mother's Eyes'." | |
| "Gee, Mr. DeCarlo. I haven't done that song since I was fifteen." | |
| "Frankie, let me explain how this works. You do a favor for me - one day, I'll do a favor for you." | |
| "Sure, Mr. DeCarlo." | |
| (Sung) | |
| One bright and guiding light | |
| That tought me wrong from right | |
| I found in my mother's eyes | |
| Just like a wandering sparrow | |
| One lonely soul | |
| I walk the straight and narrow | |
| To reach my goal | |
| (Spoken) | |
| "So it's me, Nick, and Frankie, and it's up to me to keep us out of the gutter. But nobody's hiring trios anymore. Quartets are in. So, I'm looking for a fourth guy so we can get some work." | |
| "Tommy! I got your fourth guy! You're gonna thank me for this - he's a genius!" | |
| "What's his name?" | |
| "Gaudio. Bob Gaudio. He's a kid, but he plays like a madman. | |
| And he writes songs!" | |
| (Sung) | |
| Who wear short shorts? | |
| (We wear short shorts) | |
| They're such short shorts | |
| (We like short shorts) | |
| Who wears short shorts? | |
| (We wear short shorts) | |
| (Spoken) | |
| "Bobby! Bobby! Hey, listen! The Three Lovers - they got this kid singer - he's like, forget about it! And they're dying to meet you!" | |
| "Why?" | |
| "Because I told them you're a fucking genius!" | |
| (Sung) | |
| There I go, there I go | |
| There I go, there I go | |
| Pretty baby you are the soul that snaps my control | |
| Such a funny that but everytime I'm near you | |
| I never can behave | |
| You give me a smile and then I'm wrapped up in your magic | |
| (Spoken) | |
| "I dropped out of high school to tour with Short Shorts. | |
| I shared a bus with Chuck Berry, Sam Cooke, the Everly Brothers, Jackie Wilson... | |
| but I never heard a voice like Frankie Valli's. After eight bars, I know I need to write for this voice." | |
| (Sung) | |
| Brightest stars that shine up above you | |
| In the clear blue skies | |
| How I worry 'bout you | |
| Just can't live my life without you | |
| Baby come here | |
| Don't have no fear | |
| Is there a wonder why | |
| I'm really feeling | |
| In the mood for love | |
| (Spoken) | |
| "Nick Massi, Frankie Vallie; Bob- what is it?" | |
| "Gaudio. Hi." | |
| "Hi." | |
| "Somebody said you write." | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I told you! Can we just borrow the piano for a minute? | |
| Go ahead, Bobby. Play the new one!" |
| Ah, hut hut | |
| Ah, hut hut | |
| Spoken | |
| That' s our song. " Oh What A Night". " Ces soire esla". French. | |
| Number one in Paris, 2000. How' d that happen? You ask four guys, you get four different versions. | |
| But this is where all of them start Belleville, New Jersey. | |
| A thousand years ago. Eisenhower, Rocky Marciano, | |
| and a few guys under a street lamp singing somebody else' s latest hit. | |
| Sung | |
| Lost control and rang your bell | |
| I was sore | |
| Let me in or else I' ll beat | |
| Down your door | |
| When two strangers who had been | |
| Two silhouettes on the shade | |
| Said to my shock, | |
| " You' re on the wrong block." | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Waohohoh | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Waohohoh | |
| Darlin', my darlin', my darlin', my darlin', darlin' | |
| Darlin', my darlin', my darlin', my darlin', darlin' | |
| Spoken | |
| Our brass ring turns out to be a kid who sings like an angel. | |
| He hangs around the clubs. So I set up a little surprise for him. | |
| Sung | |
| You' re the apple of my eye! | |
| Spoken | |
| Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! We' re the Variety Trio! | |
| Three, four! And now, a new discovery of mine little Frankie Castelluccio! Two, three, four! | |
| Sung | |
| I can' t give you anything but love | |
| Baby | |
| That' s the only thing I' ve plently of | |
| Baby | |
| Dream awhile | |
| scheme awhile | |
| We' re sure to find | |
| Happiness | |
| And I guess | |
| All those things you' ve alway pined for | |
| Gee, I' d like to see you looking swell | |
| Baby | |
| Spoken | |
| Groups are growing on trees, but this kid could do it for us. Sure, he' s green, | |
| but that' s where I come in. I take this raw clay and I make like Michaelangelo. | |
| I got a few years on him, so I' ve got a lot to teach him. It' s like my mission. | |
| " Listen, Frankie, Tuesday night me and my brother Nick are going to knock | |
| over Fixer' s Jewelry Store over on Frenchtown Road. Around midnight. You in, or what?" | |
| " I dunno, my dad wants me home by eleven." | |
| " Tell him we' re rehearsing. I figure your cut' ll be a hundred and fifty. Maybe two." | |
| He' s a good kid. He just needs a little, you know, guidance. | |
| " That jog your memory?" | |
| " Frankie, you' re driving Tommy' s car, | |
| you' ve got no license it' s one block from where they hit Fixer' s!" | |
| " We got Tommy and his brother. They already gave you up, numbnuts." | |
| " I dunno what you' re talking about." | |
| " Have it your way." | |
| " How old are you?" | |
| " Sixteen, your honour." | |
| " I' m letting you off with a warning. I suggest you get yourself a new set of friends. | |
| Now get out of here." | |
| " Frankie sing good." | |
| " Kid' s a singer?" | |
| " A good singer. And getting better." | |
| " Then he ought to be great by the time you get out. Six months." | |
| Sung | |
| Oh, earth angel | |
| Earth angel | |
| The one I adore | |
| Love you forever | |
| And ever more | |
| Spoken | |
| " Nicky, for God' s sakes! What are we doing in church? | |
| I thought we were going to the movies!" | |
| " Relax, will ya? The kid' s ready to play a big room!" | |
| Sung | |
| I want a Sunday kind of love | |
| A love to last past Saturday night | |
| I' m glad to know | |
| It' s more than love at first sight | |
| I want a Sunday kind of love | |
| I do my Sunday dreaming | |
| And all my Sunday scheming | |
| Every minute | |
| Every hour | |
| Every day | |
| I' m hoping to discover | |
| A certain kind of lover | |
| Spoken | |
| " So that' s your real name? Valli?" | |
| " Nah Castelluccio. Francis Castelluccio." | |
| " Kinda long for a marquee." | |
| " That' s why I changed it. Vally. VALLY." | |
| " No, VALLI!" | |
| " How come?" | |
| " Because you' re Italian! You' ve gotta end in a vowel. DelgadO, CastellucciO, pizzA. VallI. With an I. | |
| It says, ' This is who I am. You don' t like it? You can go fuck yourself.'" | |
| " Hey, Frankie sing ' My Mother' s Eyes'." | |
| " Gee, Mr. DeCarlo. I haven' t done that song since I was fifteen." | |
| " Frankie, let me explain how this works. You do a favor for me one day, I' ll do a favor for you." | |
| " Sure, Mr. DeCarlo." | |
| Sung | |
| One bright and guiding light | |
| That tought me wrong from right | |
| I found in my mother' s eyes | |
| Just like a wandering sparrow | |
| One lonely soul | |
| I walk the straight and narrow | |
| To reach my goal | |
| Spoken | |
| " So it' s me, Nick, and Frankie, and it' s up to me to keep us out of the gutter. But nobody' s hiring trios anymore. Quartets are in. So, I' m looking for a fourth guy so we can get some work." | |
| " Tommy! I got your fourth guy! You' re gonna thank me for this he' s a genius!" | |
| " What' s his name?" | |
| " Gaudio. Bob Gaudio. He' s a kid, but he plays like a madman. | |
| And he writes songs!" | |
| Sung | |
| Who wear short shorts? | |
| We wear short shorts | |
| They' re such short shorts | |
| We like short shorts | |
| Who wears short shorts? | |
| We wear short shorts | |
| Spoken | |
| " Bobby! Bobby! Hey, listen! The Three Lovers they got this kid singer he' s like, forget about it! And they' re dying to meet you!" | |
| " Why?" | |
| " Because I told them you' re a fucking genius!" | |
| Sung | |
| There I go, there I go | |
| There I go, there I go | |
| Pretty baby you are the soul that snaps my control | |
| Such a funny that but everytime I' m near you | |
| I never can behave | |
| You give me a smile and then I' m wrapped up in your magic | |
| Spoken | |
| " I dropped out of high school to tour with Short Shorts. | |
| I shared a bus with Chuck Berry, Sam Cooke, the Everly Brothers, Jackie Wilson... | |
| but I never heard a voice like Frankie Valli' s. After eight bars, I know I need to write for this voice." | |
| Sung | |
| Brightest stars that shine up above you | |
| In the clear blue skies | |
| How I worry ' bout you | |
| Just can' t live my life without you | |
| Baby come here | |
| Don' t have no fear | |
| Is there a wonder why | |
| I' m really feeling | |
| In the mood for love | |
| Spoken | |
| " Nick Massi, Frankie Vallie Bob what is it?" | |
| " Gaudio. Hi." | |
| " Hi." | |
| " Somebody said you write." | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, I told you! Can we just borrow the piano for a minute? | |
| Go ahead, Bobby. Play the new one!" |
| Ah, hut hut | |
| Ah, hut hut | |
| Spoken | |
| That' s our song. " Oh What A Night". " Ces soiré eslà". French. | |
| Number one in Paris, 2000. How' d that happen? You ask four guys, you get four different versions. | |
| But this is where all of them start Belleville, New Jersey. | |
| A thousand years ago. Eisenhower, Rocky Marciano, | |
| and a few guys under a street lamp singing somebody else' s latest hit. | |
| Sung | |
| Lost control and rang your bell | |
| I was sore | |
| Let me in or else I' ll beat | |
| Down your door | |
| When two strangers who had been | |
| Two silhouettes on the shade | |
| Said to my shock, | |
| " You' re on the wrong block." | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Waohohoh | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Silhouettes silhouettes | |
| Waohohoh | |
| Darlin', my darlin', my darlin', my darlin', darlin' | |
| Darlin', my darlin', my darlin', my darlin', darlin' | |
| Spoken | |
| Our brass ring turns out to be a kid who sings like an angel. | |
| He hangs around the clubs. So I set up a little surprise for him. | |
| Sung | |
| You' re the apple of my eye! | |
| Spoken | |
| Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! We' re the Variety Trio! | |
| Three, four! And now, a new discovery of mine little Frankie Castelluccio! Two, three, four! | |
| Sung | |
| I can' t give you anything but love | |
| Baby | |
| That' s the only thing I' ve plently of | |
| Baby | |
| Dream awhile | |
| scheme awhile | |
| We' re sure to find | |
| Happiness | |
| And I guess | |
| All those things you' ve alway pined for | |
| Gee, I' d like to see you looking swell | |
| Baby | |
| Spoken | |
| Groups are growing on trees, but this kid could do it for us. Sure, he' s green, | |
| but that' s where I come in. I take this raw clay and I make like Michaelangelo. | |
| I got a few years on him, so I' ve got a lot to teach him. It' s like my mission. | |
| " Listen, Frankie, Tuesday night me and my brother Nick are going to knock | |
| over Fixer' s Jewelry Store over on Frenchtown Road. Around midnight. You in, or what?" | |
| " I dunno, my dad wants me home by eleven." | |
| " Tell him we' re rehearsing. I figure your cut' ll be a hundred and fifty. Maybe two." | |
| He' s a good kid. He just needs a little, you know, guidance. | |
| " That jog your memory?" | |
| " Frankie, you' re driving Tommy' s car, | |
| you' ve got no license it' s one block from where they hit Fixer' s!" | |
| " We got Tommy and his brother. They already gave you up, numbnuts." | |
| " I dunno what you' re talking about." | |
| " Have it your way." | |
| " How old are you?" | |
| " Sixteen, your honour." | |
| " I' m letting you off with a warning. I suggest you get yourself a new set of friends. | |
| Now get out of here." | |
| " Frankie sing good." | |
| " Kid' s a singer?" | |
| " A good singer. And getting better." | |
| " Then he ought to be great by the time you get out. Six months." | |
| Sung | |
| Oh, earth angel | |
| Earth angel | |
| The one I adore | |
| Love you forever | |
| And ever more | |
| Spoken | |
| " Nicky, for God' s sakes! What are we doing in church? | |
| I thought we were going to the movies!" | |
| " Relax, will ya? The kid' s ready to play a big room!" | |
| Sung | |
| I want a Sunday kind of love | |
| A love to last past Saturday night | |
| I' m glad to know | |
| It' s more than love at first sight | |
| I want a Sunday kind of love | |
| I do my Sunday dreaming | |
| And all my Sunday scheming | |
| Every minute | |
| Every hour | |
| Every day | |
| I' m hoping to discover | |
| A certain kind of lover | |
| Spoken | |
| " So that' s your real name? Valli?" | |
| " Nah Castelluccio. Francis Castelluccio." | |
| " Kinda long for a marquee." | |
| " That' s why I changed it. Vally. VALLY." | |
| " No, VALLI!" | |
| " How come?" | |
| " Because you' re Italian! You' ve gotta end in a vowel. DelgadO, CastellucciO, pizzA. VallI. With an I. | |
| It says, ' This is who I am. You don' t like it? You can go fuck yourself.'" | |
| " Hey, Frankie sing ' My Mother' s Eyes'." | |
| " Gee, Mr. DeCarlo. I haven' t done that song since I was fifteen." | |
| " Frankie, let me explain how this works. You do a favor for me one day, I' ll do a favor for you." | |
| " Sure, Mr. DeCarlo." | |
| Sung | |
| One bright and guiding light | |
| That tought me wrong from right | |
| I found in my mother' s eyes | |
| Just like a wandering sparrow | |
| One lonely soul | |
| I walk the straight and narrow | |
| To reach my goal | |
| Spoken | |
| " So it' s me, Nick, and Frankie, and it' s up to me to keep us out of the gutter. But nobody' s hiring trios anymore. Quartets are in. So, I' m looking for a fourth guy so we can get some work." | |
| " Tommy! I got your fourth guy! You' re gonna thank me for this he' s a genius!" | |
| " What' s his name?" | |
| " Gaudio. Bob Gaudio. He' s a kid, but he plays like a madman. | |
| And he writes songs!" | |
| Sung | |
| Who wear short shorts? | |
| We wear short shorts | |
| They' re such short shorts | |
| We like short shorts | |
| Who wears short shorts? | |
| We wear short shorts | |
| Spoken | |
| " Bobby! Bobby! Hey, listen! The Three Lovers they got this kid singer he' s like, forget about it! And they' re dying to meet you!" | |
| " Why?" | |
| " Because I told them you' re a fucking genius!" | |
| Sung | |
| There I go, there I go | |
| There I go, there I go | |
| Pretty baby you are the soul that snaps my control | |
| Such a funny that but everytime I' m near you | |
| I never can behave | |
| You give me a smile and then I' m wrapped up in your magic | |
| Spoken | |
| " I dropped out of high school to tour with Short Shorts. | |
| I shared a bus with Chuck Berry, Sam Cooke, the Everly Brothers, Jackie Wilson... | |
| but I never heard a voice like Frankie Valli' s. After eight bars, I know I need to write for this voice." | |
| Sung | |
| Brightest stars that shine up above you | |
| In the clear blue skies | |
| How I worry ' bout you | |
| Just can' t live my life without you | |
| Baby come here | |
| Don' t have no fear | |
| Is there a wonder why | |
| I' m really feeling | |
| In the mood for love | |
| Spoken | |
| " Nick Massi, Frankie Vallie Bob what is it?" | |
| " Gaudio. Hi." | |
| " Hi." | |
| " Somebody said you write." | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, I told you! Can we just borrow the piano for a minute? | |
| Go ahead, Bobby. Play the new one!" |
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