作词 : Abel Baer/Anita Leonard/Barbara Belle/Bill Crandall/Bill Dalton/Bob Crewe/Bob Gaudio/Curtis Williams/Dorothy Fields/Frank Slay/Gaynel Hodge/James Moody/Jesse Belvin/Jimmy McHugh/Louis Prima/Louis Wolfe Gilbert/Otis Blackwell/Stan Rhodes/Thomas Austin/Tom Austin

作曲 : Abel Baer/Anita Leonard/Barbara Belle/Bill Crandall/Bill Dalton/Bob Crewe/Bob Gaudio/Curtis Williams/Dorothy Fields/Frank Slay/Gaynel Hodge/James Moody/Jesse Belvin/Jimmy McHugh/Louis Prima/Louis Wolfe Gilbert/Otis Blackwell/Stan Rhodes/Thomas Austin/Tom Austin

Group: Ah, ah, ah, ah,ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah,ah, ah, ah

TOMMY: 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. Belleville, New Jersey, thousand years ago, Eisenhower, Rocky Marciano, with a few guys under a street lamp singin' somebody else’s latest hit.

TOMMY: 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, try, oh

Silhouettes, silhouettes,

Silhouettes, silhouettes,

Silhouettes, silhouettes, try, oh

Darlin', my darlin,

My darlin, my darlin', darlin

Darlin', my darlin,

My darlin,

TOMMY: 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

TOMMY: 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....

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 Michelangelo.

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

TOMMY: He's a good kid, he just needs a little, you know... Guidance.

DETECTIVE 2: Frankie, you’re driving Tommy’s car, you got no license. It's one block from where the hit-fix is.

DETECTIVE 1: They got tommy and his brother. They already gave the up numb n**s.

FRANKIE: I don't know what you're talking about.

DETECTIVE 1: 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.

TOMMY: Frankie, sing good.

JUDGE: The kids a singer.

TOMMY: A good singer. And gettin' better

JUDGE: Then he oughta be great by the time you get out. 6 months.

TOMMY: 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

MARY: So that's your real name? Vally?

FRANKIE: Nah. Castalluccio. Frances Castalluccio.

MARY: Kinda 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 gotta end in a vowel. Vigado, Casluccio, pizza, Calli, with an i.

It says this is who I am. You don't like it? You can go **** 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.

JOEY: Tommy! I got your fourth guy! You're gonna thank me for this! He's a genius!

TOMMY: What's his name?

JORY: Gaudio. Bob Gaudio. 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!

Bob: Why?

JOEY: Because I told them you were a ****ing genius!

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

BOB: I dropped out of high school to tour with "short shorts". I shared a bus with Chuck Berry, Sam Cook, 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.

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?

Bob: Gaudio. Hi.

FRANKIE: Hi.

TOMMY: Somebody say you write?

JOEY: Yeah, yeah, yeah! I told you! Can we just borrow the piano for a minute? Go ahead bobby. Play the new one.