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                              Tommy
                               Overture
                               It's A Boy
                               1921
                               Amazing Journey
                               Sparks
                               Eyesight To The Blind
                               Christmas
                               Cousin Kevin
                               Acid Queen
                               Underture
                               Do You Think It's Alright?
                               Fiddle About
                               Pinball Wizard
                               There's A Doctor
                               Go To The Mirror Boy!
                               Tommy Can You Hear Me?
                               Smash The Mirror
                               Sensation
                               Miracle Cure
                               Sally Simpson
                               I'm Free
                               Welcome
                               Tommy's Holiday Camp
                               We're Not Gonna Take It





















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           Tommy             

                                                       

              Overture
                   P. Townshend


                   Captain Walker
                   Didn't come home
                   His unborn child
                   Will never know him
                   Believe him missing
                   With a number of men
                   Don't expect
                   To see him again.



                                                          
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              It's A Boy
                   P. Townshend


                   Nurse
                   It's a boy Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
                   It's a boy Mrs. Walker, it's a boy

                   Chorus
                   A son! A son! A son!



                                                          
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              1921
                   P. Townshend


                   Lover
                   I've got a feeling twenty one
                   Is going to be a good year.
                   Especially if you and me
                   See it in together.

                   Father
                   So you think 21 is going to be a good year.
                   It could be for me and her,
                   But you and her - no never!
                   I had no reason to be over optimistic,
                   But somehow when you smiled
                   I could brave bad weather.

                   Mother
                   What about the boy?
                   What about the boy?
                   What about the boy?
                   He saw it all!

                   Mother and Father
                   You didn't hear it
                   You didn't see it.
                   You won't say nothing to no one
                   Ever in your life.
                   You never heard it
                   Oh how absurd it
                   All seems without any proof.
                   You didn't hear it
                   You didn't see it
                   You never heard it not a word of it.
                   You won't say nothing to no one
                   Never tell a soul
                   What you know is the Truth.



                                                          
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              Amazing Journey
                   P. Townshend


                   Deaf dumb and blind boy
                   He's in a quiet vibration land
                   Strange as it seems his musical dreams
                   Ain't quite so bad.
                   Ten years old
                   With thoughts as bold as thought can be
                   Loving life and becoming wise
                   In simplicity.
                   Sickness will surely take the mind
                   Where minds can't usually go.
                   Come on the amazing journey
                   And learn all you should know.
                   A vague haze of delerium
                   Creeps up on me.
                   All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see.
                   He's dressed in a silver sparked
                   Glittering gown
                   And His golden beard flows
                   Nearly down to the ground.
                   Nothing to say and nothing to hear
                   And nothing to see.
                   Each sensation makes a note in my somphony.
                   Sickness will surely take the mind
                   Where minds can't usually go.
                   Come on the amazing journey
                   And learn all you should know.
                   His eyes are the eyes that
                   Transmit all they know.
                   Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show
                   That he is your leader
                   And he is your guide
                   On the amazing journey together you'll ride.



                                                          
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              Sparks
                   P. Townshend


                   Instrumental



                                                          
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              Eyesight To The Blind (The Hawker)
                   S. B. Williamson


                   The Hawker
                   You talk about your woman
                   I wish you could see mine,
                   You talk about your woman
                   I wish you could see mine,
                   Every time she starts to lovin'
                   She brings eyesight to the blind.
                   
                   You know her daddy gave her magic
                   I can tell by the way she walks.
                   You know her daddy gave her magic
                   I can tell by the way she walks.
                   Everytime we start shakin'
                   The dumb begin to talk.
                   
                   She's got the power to heal you never fear
                   She's got the power to heal you never fear
                   Just a word from her lips
                   And the deaf begin to hear.



                                                          
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              Christmas
                   P. Townshend


                   Father
                   Did you ever see the faces of children
                   They get so excited.
                   Waking up on christmas morning
                   Hours before the winter 1's ignited.
                   They believe in dreams and all they mean
                   Including heavens generosity.
                   Peeping round the door
                   To see what parcels are for free
                   In curiosity.
                   
                   And Tommy doesn't know what day it is.
                   Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is.
                   How can he be saved?
                   From the eternal grave.
                   
                   Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently,
                   And unaware of everything.
                   Playing poxy pin ball
                   Picks his nose and smiles and
                   Pokes his tongue at everything.
                   I believe in love
                   But how can men who've never seen
                   Light be enlightened.
                   Only if he's cured
                   Will his spirits future level ever heighten.
                   
                   And Tommy doesn't know what day it is.
                   Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is.
                   How can he be saved?
                   From the eternal grave.
                   Tommy can you hear me?
                   Tommy can you hear me?
                   Tommy can you hear me?
                   How can he be saved?

                   Tommy
                   See me, feel me
                   Touch me, heal me.
                   See me, feel me
                   Touch me, heal me!
                   
                   Tommy can you hear me?
                   Tommy can you hear me?
                   Tommy can you hear me?
                   How can he be saved?



                                                          
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              Cousin Kevin
                   J. Entwistle


                   Cousin Kevin
                   Were on our own cousin,
                   All alone cousin.
                   Let's think of a game to play
                   Now the grownups have all gone away.
                   You won't be much fun
                   being blind deaf and dumb
                   But I've no one to play with today.
                   D'you know how to play hide and seek?
                   To find me it would take you a week,
                   But tied to that chair you won't go anywhere
                   There's a lot I can do to a freak.
                   How would you feel if I turned on the bath,
                   Ducked your head under and started to laugh.
                   What would you do if I shut you outside,
                   To stand in the rain
                   And catch cold so you died?

                   I'm the school bully !
                   The classroom cheat.
                   The nastiest playfriend,
                   You ever could meet.
                   I'll stick pins in your fingers
                   And tread on your feet...
                   
                   Maybe a cigarette burn on your arm
                   Would change your expression to one of alarm,
                   I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair
                   Or give you a push at the top of the stairs...
                   
                   I'm the school bully !
                   The classroom cheat.
                   The nastiest playfriend,
                   You ever could meet.
                   I'll put glass in your dinner
                   And spikes in your seat...



                                                          
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              Acid Queen
                   P. Townshend


                   Gypsy
                   If your child ain't all he should be now
                   This girl will put him right.
                   I'll show him what he could be now
                   Just give me one night.
                   I'm the Gypsy - the acid Queen.
                   Pay before we start.
                   I'm the Gypsy - The acid queen.
                   I'll tear your soul apart.
                   
                   Give us a room and close the door
                   Leave us for a while.
                   Your boy won't be a boy no more
                   Young, but not a child.
                   I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.
                   Pay before we start.
                   I'm the Gypsy the acid queen.
                   I'll tear your soul apart.
                   
                   Gather your wits and hold on fast,
                   Your mind must learn to roam.
                   Just as the Gypsy Queen must do
                   You're gonna hit the road.
                   
                   My work is done now look at him
                   He's never been more alive.
                   His head it shakes his fingers clutch.
                   Watch his body writhe
                   I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.
                   Pay before we start.
                   I'm the Gypsy - I'm guaranteed.
                   To break your little heart.



                                                          
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              Underture
                   P. Townshend


                   Instrumental



                                                          
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              Do You Think It's Alright?
                   P. Townshend


                   Mother
                   Do you think it's alright,
                   To leave the boy with Uncle Ernie?
                   Do you think it's alright;
                   He's had a few too many tonight!
                   D'you think it's alright ?

                   Father
                   I think it's alright, yes I think it's alright.



                                                          
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              Fiddle About
                   J. Entwistle


                   Uncle Ernie
                   I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie
                   I'm glad you won't see or hear me
                   As I fiddle about
                   Fiddle about
                   Fiddle about !

                   Your mother left me here to mind you
                   Now I'm doing what I want to
                   Fiddling about
                   Fiddling about
                   Fiddle about!
                   
                   Down with the bedclothes
                   Up with the nightshirt!
                   Fiddle about
                   Fiddle about
                   Fiddle about !
                   
                   You won't shout as I fiddle about
                   Fiddle about
                   Fiddle about
                   Fiddle about !
                   Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle.



                                                          
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              Pinball Wizard
                   P. Townshend


                   Local Lad
                   Ever since I was a young boy,
                   I've played the silver ball.
                   From Soho down to Brighton
                   I must have played them all.
                   But I ain't seen nothing like him
                   In any amusement hall...
                   That deaf dumb and blind kid
                   Sure plays a mean pin ball !
                   
                   He stands like a statue,
                   Becomes part of the machine.
                   Feeling all the bumpers
                   Always playing clean.
                   He plays by intuition,
                   The digit counters fall.
                   That deaf dumb and blind kid
                   Sure plays a mean pin ball !
                   
                   He's a pin ball wizard
                   There has got to be a twist.
                   A pin ball wizard,
                   S'got such a supple wrist.
                   
                   'How do you think he does it? I don't know!
                   What makes him so good?'
                   
                   He ain't got no distractions
                   Can't hear those buzzers and bells,
                   Don't see lights a flashin'
                   Plays by sense of smell.
                   Always has a replay,
                   'n' never tilts at all...
                   That deaf dumb and blind kid
                   Sure plays a mean pin ball.
                   
                   I thought I was
                   The Bally table king.
                   But I just handed
                   My pin ball crown to him.
                   
                   Even my usual table
                   He can beat my best.
                   His disciples lead him in
                   And he just does the rest.
                   He's got crazy flipper fingers
                   Never seen him fall...
                   That deaf dumb and blind kind
                   Sure plays a mean pin ball!!!!



                                                          
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              There's A Doctor
                   P. Townshend


                   Father
                   There's a doctor I've found
                   Could bring us all joy!
                   There's a doctor I've found could cure the boy!
                   There's a doctor I've found could cure the boy!
                   
                   There's a man I've found could remove his sorrow,
                   He lives in this town let's see him tomorrow,
                   He lives in this town let's see him tomorrow!



                                                          
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              Go To The Mirror Boy!
                   P. Townshend


                   Doctor
                   He seems to be completely unreceptive.
                   The tests I gave him show no sense at all.
                   His eyes react to light the dials detect it.
                   He hears but cannot answer to your call.


                   Tommy
                   See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
                   See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

                   Doctor
                   There is no chance no untried operation.
                   All hope lies with him and none with me.
                   Imagine though the shock from isolation.
                   When he suddenly can hear and speak and see.

                   Tommy
                   See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
                   See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

                   Doctor
                   His eyes can hear
                   his ears can see his lips speak
                   All the time the needles flick and rock.
                   No machine can give the kind of stimulation,
                   Needed to remove his inner block.

                   Go to the mirror boy!
                   Go to the mirror boy!

                   Father
                   I often wonder what he's feeling.
                   Has he ever heard a word I've said?
                   Look at him now in the mirror dreaming
                   What is happening in his head?

                   Tommy
                   Listening to you I get the music.
                   Gazing at you I get the heat
                   Following you I climb the mountain
                   I get excitement at your feet!

                   Right behind you I see the millions
                   On you I see the glory.
                   From you I get the opinions
                   From you I get the story.

                   Father
                   What is happening in his head
                   Ooooh I wish I knew, I wish I knew.



                                                          
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              Tommy Can You Hear Me?
                   P. Townshend


                   Tommy can you hear me?
                   Can you feel me near you?

                   Mother
                   Tommy can you feel me?
                   Can I help to cheer you.



                                                          
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              Smash The Mirror
                   P. Townshend


                   Mother
                   You don't answer my call
                   With even a nod or a twitch
                   But you gaze at your own reflection!
                   You don't seem to see me
                   But I think you can see yourself.
                   How can the mirror affect you?
                   
                   Can you hear me
                   Or do I surmise?
                   That you fear me can you feel my temper
                   Rise.
                   
                   Do you hear or fear or
                   Do I smash the mirror.
                   Do you hear of fear or
                   Do I smash the mirror? Smash!



                                                          
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              Sensation
                   P. Townshend


                   I overwhelm as I approach you
                   Make your lungs hold breath inside!
                   Lovers break caresses for me
                   Love enhanced when I've gone by.
                   
                   You'll feel me coming,
                   A new vibration
                   From afar you'll see me
                   I'm a sensation.
                   
                   They worship me and all I touch
                   Hazy eyed they catch my glance,
                   Pleasant shudders shake their senses
                   My warm momentum throws their stance.
                   
                   You'll feel me coming
                   A new vibration
                   From afar you'll see me
                   I'm a sensation.
                   
                   I leave a trail of rooted people
                   Mesmerised by just the sight,
                   The few I touch are now disciples
                   Love as One I Am the Light...
                   
                   Soon you'll see me can't you feel me
                   I'm coming...
                   Send your troubles dancing he knows the answer
                   I'm coming...
                   I'm a sensation.



                                                          
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              Miracle Cure
                   P. Townshend


                   Newsboy
                   Extra! Extra!
                   Read all about it.
                   Pin Ball Wizard in a miracle cure!
                   Extra Extra read all about it
                   Extra!



                                                          
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              Sally Simpson
                   P. Townshend


                   Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
                   That Sally couldn't go to the meeting.
                   He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
                   And she ran inside weeping.
                   She got to her room and tears splashed the picture
                   Of the new Messiah.
                   She picked up a book of her fathers life
                   And threw it on the fire!
                   
                   She knew from the start
                   Deep down in her heart
                   That she and Tommy were worlds apart,
                   But her Mother said never mind your part...
                   Is to be what you'll be.
                   
                   The theme of the sermon was come unto me,
                   Love will find a way,
                   So Sally decided to ignore her dad,
                   And sneak out anyway!
                   She spent all afternoon getting ready,
                   And decided she'd try to touch him,
                   Maybe he'd see that she was free
                   And talk to her this Sunday.
                   
                   She knew from the start
                   Deep down in her heart
                   That she and Tommy were worlds apart,
                   But her Mother said never mind your part...
                   Is to be what you'll be.
                   
                   She arrived at six and the place was swinging
                   To gospel music by nine.
                   Group after group appeared on the stage
                   And Sally just sat there crying.
                   She bit her nails looking pretty as a picture
                   Right in the very front row
                   And then a DJ wearing a blazer with a badge
                   Ran on and said 'here we go!'
                   
                   The crowd went crazy
                   As Tommy hit the stage!
                   Little Sally got lost as the police bossed
                   The crowd back in a rage!
                   
                   But soon the atmosphere was cooler
                   As Tommy gave a lesson.
                   Sally just had to let him know she loved him
                   And leapt up on the rostrum!
                   She ran cross stage to the spotlit figure
                   And touched him on the face
                   Tommy whirled around as a uniformed man,
                   Threw her of the stage.
                   
                   She knew from the start
                   Deep down in her heart
                   That she and Tommy were worlds apart,
                   But her Mother said never mind your part...
                   Is to be what you'll be.
                   Her cheek hit a chair and blood trickled down,
                   Mingling with her tears,
                   Tommy carried on preaching
                   And his voice filled Sally's ear
                   She caught his eye she had to try
                   But couldn't see through the lights
                   Her face was gashed and the ambulance men
                   Had to carry her out that night.
                   
                   The crowd went crazy
                   As Tommy left the stage!
                   Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
                   And a gash across her face! Ooooh.
                   
                   Sixteen stitches put her right and her Dad said
                   'Don't say I didn't warn yer'.
                   Sally got married to a rock musician
                   She met in California
                   Tommy always talks about the day
                   The disciples all went wild!
                   Sally still carries a scar on her cheek
                   To remind her of his smile.
                   
                   She knew from the start
                   Deep down in her heart
                   That she and Tommy were worlds apart,
                   But her Mother said never mind your part...
                   Is to be what you'll be.



                                                          
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              I'm Free
                   P. Townshend


                   Tommy
                   I'm free - I'm free,
                   And freedom tastes of reality,
                   I'm free-I'm free,
                   And I'm waiting for you to follow me.

                   If I told you what it takes
                   To reach the highest high,
                   You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple'
                   But you've been told many times before
                   Messiahs pointed to the door
                   And no one had the guts to leave the temple!

                   I'm free-I'm free
                   And freedom tastes of reality
                   I'm free-I'm free
                   And I'm waiting for you to follow me.

                   Chorus
                   How can we follow?
                   How can we follow?



                                                          
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              Welcome
                   P. Townshend


                   Tommy
                   Come to my house
                   Be one of the comfortable people.
                   Come to this house
                   We're drinking all night
                   Never sleeping.
                   
                   Milkman come in!
                   And you baker,
                   Little old lady welcome
                   And you shoe maker
                   
                   Come to this house!
                   Into this house.
                   
                   Come to this house
                   Be one of us.
                   Make this your house
                   Be one of us.
                   
                   You can help
                   To collect some more in
                   Young and old people
                   Lets get them all in!
                   
                   Come to this house!
                   Into this house.
                   
                   Ask along that man who's wearing a carnation.
                   Bring every single person
                   From Victoria Station,
                   Go into that hospital
                   And bring nurses and patients,
                   Everybody go home and fetch their relations!
                   
                   Come to this house
                   Be one of the comfortable people.
                   Lovely bright home
                   Drinking all night never sleeping.
                    
                   We need more room
                   Build an extension
                   A colourful palace
                   Spare no expense now
                   
                   Come to this house
                   Be one of us
                   Come into this house
                   Be one of us
                   
                   Come to this house
                   Into this house
                    
                   Welcome



                                                          
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              Tommy's Holiday Camp
                   K. Moon

                   Uncle Ernie
                   Good morning Campers!
                   
                   I'm your Uncle Ernie
                   And I'll welcome you to Tommy's Holiday Camp
                   The camp with the difference
                   Nevermind the weather
                   When you come to Tommy's
                   The holiday's forever



                                                          
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              We're Not Gonna Take It
                   P. Townshend


                   Tommy
                   Welcome to the camp
                   I guess you all know why we're here.
                   My name is Tom and I became aware this year.
                   If you want to follow me
                   You've got to play pin ball.
                   So put in your ear plugs
                   Put on your shades
                   And you know where to put the cork !
                   Hey you gettin' drunk
                   So sorry, I've got you sussed.
                   Hey you smokin' mother nature,
                   You missed the bus.
                   Hey hung up old mister normal
                   Don't try to gain my trust.
                   Cos you aint gonna follow me
                   Any of those ways
                   Although you think you must!

                   Chorus
                   We're not gonna take it.
                   We're not gonna take it.
                   We're not gonna take it,
                   Never did and never will.
                   We don't have to take it.
                   Gonna break it!
                   Gonna shake it!
                   Let's forget it better still!
                   
                   Tommy
                   Now you can't hear me,
                   Your ears are truly sealed.
                   You can't speak either,
                   Your mouth is filled.
                   You can't see nothing
                   and pin ball completes the scene.
                   Here comes Uncle Ernie
                   To guide you to
                   Your very own machine.

                   Chorus
                   We're not gonna take it !
                   We're not gonna take it !
                   We're not gonna take it,
                   Never did and never will
                   Don't want no religion
                   And as far as we can tell
                   We ain't gonna take you
                   Never did and never will
                   We're not gonna take you!
                   We forsake you!
                   Gonna rape you!
                   Let's forget you better still!
                   We forsake you
                   Gonna rape you
                   Let's forget you ... better still.

                   Tommy
                   See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
                   See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
                   Listening to you I get the music.
                   Gazing at you I get the heat
                   Following you I climb the mountain
                   I get excitement at your feet!
                   Right behind you I see the millions
                   On you I see the glory.
                   From you I get opinions
                   From you I get the story.

              1969
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