The Smothers Brothers Follow

Tom: My brother-- my brother and myselves, have banded together in an organization. An organization called the Siblings. It's a small, crawling animal.

The point is, my brother and myselves are g-- starting-- are going to-- we're going to sing---

Dick: What Tommy is trying to say is we're planning on trying to change our type of music and change the direction in which we would, uh, want to sing. We want to sing more to the teenagers. Teenage love songs, passionate songs, because teenagers need understanding. They're in a very difficult time of life. And there's a lot of people who sing just for teenagers and they're very, very successful.

Tom: The Beatles are the, are the, are--

Dick: They're as successful as you could get.

Tom: They, they have Beatle wigs.

Dick: Right. They have Beatle wigs.

Tom: And if, and if, if you and I ever get that popular, we couldn't have Smothers wigs.

Dick: No, we couldn't.

Tom: 'Cause of our hairline!

Dick: No, we couldn't.

Tom: So we're going to have plastic ears! Hey!

Dick: Tommy, why don't you tell them the, the song we'd like to try to-- to launch this new career with.

Tom: Our new career will be launched with a song, a teenage song, a teenage song capturing the extremes of the emotional spectrum of excitement. Ha ha. First, the song has the unhappiness and tragedy, an end-of-the-world feeling, which a teenage love or a young person's love, when it goes wrong has its unhappiness which knows no bounds and knows no depths of sorrow and pain.

On the other extreme we have elation. Happiness. A teenage love is never a middle-of-the-road thing but the extremes. This song featuring my brother and myselves will fi-- feature his lyric voice, the compassion he has gained, the co--

Dick: Through bitter experience.

Tom: ...through bitter experience, my brother will sing now the tragic yet beautiful story, the lovely, Teen Angel.

Dick: No, that's not the name of the the song, Tommy.

Tom: I know. The lovely teen angel, Jenny Brown. Passionate, warm, vivacious; eyes, sparkling alive... but screwed up. Nobody's perfect!

Dick:
As I was walking by the shore,
I happened there to see
A woman's form a-lying there,
as still as still could be

The dress she wore was gingham blue,
Her hair all tumbled down,
It might have been my own true love,
My sweetheart, Jenny Brown

Her face was turned into the sand
'Twas who I could not tell
But on her hand a high-school ring,
A ring I knew too well

My heart stood still, I grasped her arm,
And then I turned her 'round, oh
Tom & Dick:
Alas it was my own true love
My sweetheart, Jenny Brown

Ahh, ooh
Dick:
do do do doo...
Tom: Oh Jenny... ... ... ... Brown. Why did I treat you cru-el? Gosh whiz, Jenny, there was tears in your eyes, and you ran away from me and now here I find you on the beach, all still and sandy, with flies and stuff all over you.

Dick:
Ahh,
Tom & Dick:
ahh, ahh,
Tom:
ahh
Dick:
I stared into her lovely face
A face that used to clown
I saw one eye a-flicker
Then wake and open round

"Ha ha!"
Tom:
she laughed and jumped up tall,
"I bet you thought I drowned! Ha!"
Tom & Dick:
What a rotten sense of humor
Has my sweetheart, Jenny Brown!