Early Years Medley

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah hut-hut

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah hut-hut

[TOMMY:

That's our song. "Oh What A Night". "Ces soirées-la". 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.]

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'

[TOMMY:

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.]

Bom-bom-bom-bom

Bom-bom-bom-bom

Bom-bom-bom-bom-bom

You're the apple of my ey-ey-eye

[TOMMY:

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! We're the Variety Trio!

Three, four-! And now, a new discovery of mine; little Frankie Castelluccio!]

I can't give you anything but love

Baby

That's the only thing I've plenty of

Baby

Dream awhile

Scheme awhile

We're sure to find

Happiness

And I guess

All those things you've always pined for

Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell

Baby

[TOMMY:

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?

FRANKIE:

I dunno, my dad wants me home by eleven.

TOMMY:

Tell him we're rehearsing. I figure your cut will be a hundred and fifty. Maybe two.

He's a good kid. He just needs a little, you know, guidance.

MAN 1:

That jog your memory?

MAN 2:

Frankie, you're driving Tommy's car,

you've got no license - it's one block from where they hit Fixer's!

MAN 1:

We got Tommy and his brother. They already gave you up, numbnuts.

FRANKIE:

I dunno what you're talking about.

MAN 1:

Have it your way.

JUDGE:

How old are you?

FRANKIE:

Sixteen, your honour.

JUDGE:

I'm letting you off with a warning. I suggest you get yourself a new set of friends.

Now get out of here.

TOMMY:

Frankie - sing good.

JUDGE:

Kid's a singer?

TOMMY:

A good singer. And getting better.

JUDGE:

Then he ought to be great by the time you get out. Six months.]

Oh, earth angel

Earth angel

The one I adore

Love you forever

And ever more

[GIRL:

Nicky, for God's sakes! What are we doing in church?

I thought we were going to the movies!

NICK:

Relax, will you? The kid's ready to play a big room!]

I-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

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I do my Sunday dreaming

And all my Sunday scheming

Every minute

Every hour

Every day-ay-ay

I'm hoping to discover

A certain kind of lover

[MARY:

So that's your real name? Valli?

FRANKIE:

Nah - Castelluccio. Francis Castelluccio.

MARY:

Kind of long for a marquee.

FRANKIE:

That's why I changed it. Vally. V-A-L-L-Y.

MARY:

No, V-A-L-L-I!

FRANKIE:

How come?

MARY:

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."

DECARLO:

Hey, Frankie - sing me "My Mother's Eyes".

FRANKIE:

Gee, Mr. DeCarlo. I haven't done that song since I was fifteen.

DECARLO:

Frankie, let me explain how this works. You do a favor for me - one day, I'll do a favor for you.

FRANKIE:

Sure, Mr. DeCarlo.]

One bright and guiding light

That taught me wrong from right

I found in my mother's eyes

Just like a wandering sparrow

One lo-o-onely soul

I walk the straight and narrow

To reach my goal

[TOMMY:

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.

JOEY:

Tommy! I got your fourth guy! You're gonna thank me for this - he's a genius!

TOMMY:

What's his name?

JOEY:

Guardio. Bob Guardio. He's a kid, but he plays like a madman.

And he writes songs!]

Who wears short shorts?

(We wear short shorts)

They're such short shorts

(We like short shorts)

Who wears short shorts?

(We wear short shorts)

[JOEY:

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!

BOB:

Why?

JOEY:

Because I told them you're a fucking genius!]

There I go, there I go

There I go, there I go

Pretty baby, you are the soul

Who snaps my control

Such a funny thing

That every time I'm near you

I never can behave

You give me a smile

And then I'm wrapped up in your magic

[BOB:

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.]

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

I-in the-e moo-ood fo-or love

[TOMMY:

Nick Massi, Frankie Vallie; Bob- what is it?

BOB:

Guardio. Hi.

NICK & FRANKIE:

Hi.

TOMMY:

Somebody said you write.

JOEY:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I told you! Can't we just borrow the piano for a minute?

Go ahead, Bobby. Play the new one.]