Lyrics:

Group:
Ah, ah, ah, ah,ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah,ah, ah, ah
Bob g.:
That's our song. 'oh what a night' 'se souir el 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. Belgum new jersey, thousand years ago,
Iesenhower, rocky marcianno, with a few guys under a street lamp singin' somebody elses latest hit.
Group:
Lost control in mang javert i was sore
Let me in or else i beat down your door
Then 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, oh
Silhouettes, silhouettes,
Silhouettes, silhouettes,
Silhouettes, silhouettes, oh
Darlin', my darlin,
My darlin, my darlin', darlin
Darlin', my darlin,
My darlin,
Bob g.:
Our best 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.
Group:
You're the apple of my eye
Bob g.:
Thank you ladies and gentlemen! We're the variety trio... 3, 4! And now, a discovery of mine, little frankie castalluccio
Frankie:
I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing i've plenty of, baby
Dream wild, scheme wild
Be sure to find, happiness
And i guess all those things
You've always pined for....
Bob g.:
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 got a lot to teach him. It's like my mission.
Tommy:
Listen, frankie. Tuesday night, me and my brother nick are gonna knock over a fixed jewelry store over on frankstow rd.,
Around midnight. Are you in or what?
Frankie:
Don't know. My dad wants me home by eleven.
Tommy:
Tell him we're rehearsing. Figure your cut will be a-hundred and fifty. Take it two
Nick:
He's a good kid, he just needs a little, you know... Guidance. That jog your memory?
Gyp:
Frankie, your driving tommys car, you got no license. It's one block from where the hit-fix is.
Bob c.:
They got tommy and his brother. They already gave the up numb nuts.
Frankie:
I don't know what you're talking about.
Bob c.:
Have it your way.
Judge:
How old are you?
Frankie:
16 your honor.
Judge:
I'm letting you off with a warning. I suggest you get yourself a new set of friends. Now get out of here.
Nick:
Frankie, sing good.
Tommy:
The kids a singer. A good singer. And gettin' better
Judge:
Then he oughta be great by the time you get out. 6 months.
Frankie:
Oh earth angel, earth angel
The one i adore
Love you forever, and evermore
Mary:
Nickie, 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!
Frankie:
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
I do my sunday dreaming,
And oh my sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day
I'm hopin' to discover
A certain kind of lover
Lorraine:
So that's your real name? Vally?
Frankie:
Nah. Castalluccio. Frances castalluccio.
Lorraine:
Kinda long for a marquee
Frankie:
That's why i changed it. Vally. V-a-l-l-y.
Lorraine:
No! V-a-l-l-i.
Frankie:
How come?
Lorraine:
Because you're italian! You gotta end in a vowel. Vigado, casluccio, pizza, valli, with an i. It says this is who i am. You
Don't like it? You can go f**k yourself.
Mr. Dicarlo:
Hey, frankie. Sing 'my mother's eyes.'
Frankie:
Gee, mr. Dicallo. I haven't sung that song since i was 15.
Mr. Dicarlo:
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. Dicarlo.
One bright and guiding light
That taught me wrong from right
I found in my mothers eyes
Just like a wondering sparrow
One lonely song
I walk the straight and narrow
To reach my goal
Tommy:
So, it's me, nick, 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.
Nick:
Tommy! I got your fourth guy! You're gonna thank me for this! He's a genious!
Tommy:
What's his name?
Nick:
Gardio. Bob gardio. He's a kid, but he plays like a madman! And he writes songs!
Group:
Who wears short shorts?
Women:
We wear short shorts
Group:
There's such short shorts
Women:
We like short shorts
Group:
Who wears short shorts?
Women:
We wear short shorts
Nick:
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!
Bobby:
Why?
Nick:
Because i told them you were a f**king genious!
Frankie:
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
But everytime i'm near you
I never can behave
You give me a smile
And then i'm wrapped up in your magic
Bobby:
I dropped out of highschool to tour with 'short shorts'. I shared a bus with chuck barry, sam cooke, the evelly 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.
Frankie:
Brightest stars
That shine up above you
In the clear blue skies
How i worry about 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
Tommy:
Nick massey, frankie valli, bob... What is it?
Bobby:
Gardio. Hi.
Frankie:
Hi.
Tommy:
Somebody say you write?
Nick:
Yeah, yeah, yeah! I told you! Can we just borrow the piano for a minute? Go ahead bobby. Play the new one.