Episode 1 TOTP2

Greetings, pop pickers and antiquarian horologists alike,

as we not only turn back the clock but open it up

to set the pendulum swinging again as England did in the '60s.

Come with us now to a land of miniskirts, Mini Coopers

and minimal set dressing,

as Sandie Shaw sashays in what I believe were called culottes.

# I wonder if one day that

# You'll say that you care

# If you say you love me madly

# I'll gladly be there

# Like a puppet on a string

# Love is just like a merry-go-round

# With all the fun of the fair

# One day I'm feeling down on the ground

# Then I'm up in the air

# Are you leading me on?

# Tomorrow will you be gone?

# I wonder if one day that

# You'll say that you care

# If you say you love me madly

# I'll gladly be there

# Like a puppet on a string

# I may win on the roundabout

# Then I'll lose on the swings

# In or out, there is never a doubt

# Just who's pulling the strings

# I'm all tied up in you

# But where's it leading me to?

# I wonder if one day that

# You'll say that you care

# If you say you love me madly

# I'll gladly be there

# Like a puppet on a string

# I wonder if one day that

# You'll say that you care

# If you say you love me madly

# I'll gladly be there

# Like a puppet on a string

# Like a puppet on a

# String. #

Barefoot, bouffanted and beautiful, the ever-cool Sandie Shaw.

The Foundations next,

the first multi-racial band to have a UK number one.

Ropey first note from vocalist Clem Curtis here, but well recovered.

# Baby, now that I've found you

# I can't let you go

# I'll build my world around you

# I need you so

# Baby, even though

# You don't need me

# You don't need me

# Baby, now that I've found you

# I can't let you go

# I'll build my world around you

# I need you so

# Baby, even though

# You don't need me

# You don't need me

# Baby, baby, since first we met

# I knew in this heart of mine

# I wanna tell you, doo-doo

# The love we had could not be bad

# I'll play it right

# I'll bide my time

# Spent a lifetime looking for somebody

# To give me love like you

# Now you've told me that you wanna leave me

# Darling, I just can't let you

# Baby, now that I've found you

# I can't let you go

# I'll build my world around you

# I need you so

# Baby, even though

# You don't need me

# You don't need me

# Baby, now that I've found you

# I can't let you go

# I'll build my world around you

# I need you so

# Baby, even though

# You don't need me

# You don't need me

# Spent a lifetime looking for somebody

# To give me love like you

# Now you've told me that you wanna leave me

# Darling, I just can't let you

# Baby, now that I've found you

# I can't let you go

# I'll build my world around you

# I need you so

# Baby, even though

# You don't need me

# You don't need me

# Baby, now that I've found you

# I can't let you go

# I'll build my world around you

# I need you so

# Baby, even though

# You don't need me

# You don't need me... #

See, kids, side partings and skinny ties - they were wild times.

Mind you, this remains genuinely thrilling, even now.

It's Hendrix, a man who did wonders for sales of satin blouses,

and check out the instrumental break,

where all three of them seem to be playing

a different solo at the same time. Genius.

# Well, I stand up next to a mountain

# I chop it down with the edge of my hand

# Hey!

# Well, I stand up next to a mountain

# I chop it down with the edge of my hand

# Yeah!

# I'll pick up all the pieces and make an island

# I might raise a little sand

# Hey, baby

# Cos I'm a voodoo chile, voodoo chile

# Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile, baby

# Hey!

# Yeah!

# I'll just say another thing

# I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time

# I'll give it right back to you one of these days

# I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time

# I'll give it right back one of these days

# If I don't see you no more in this world

# I'll meet you on the next one

# And don't be late

# Don't be late!

# I'm a voodoo chile, voodoo chile

# Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile, baby... #

Electrifying.

And sad to think that all three of them have now passed away.

The raw power of the Experience.

Next, by way of contrast, and with an invisible accordionist...

# You talk like Marlene Dietrich

# And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire

# Your clothes are all made by Balmain

# And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair

# Yes, there are

# And you live in a fancy apartment

# Off the Boulevard St Michel

# Where you keep your Rolling Stones records

# And a friend of Sacha Distel

# Yes, you do

# But where do you go to, my lovely

# When you're alone in your bed?

# Oh, won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?

# I want to look inside your head

# Yes, I do

# Well, I've seen all your qualifications

# That you got from the Sorbonne

# And the painting you stole from Picasso

# Your loveliness goes on and on

# Yes, it does

# And when you go on your summer vacation

# You go to Juan-les-Pins

# With your carefully-designed topless swimsuit

# You get an even suntan

# On your back and on your legs

# And when the snow falls

# You're found in St Moritz

# With the others of the jet-set

# And you sip your Napoleon brandy

# But you never get your lips wet

# Oh, no, you don't

# But where do you go to, my lovely

# When you're alone in your bed?

# Oh, won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?

# I want to look inside your head

# Yes, I do

# Your name, it is heard in high places

# You know the Aga Khan

# And he sent you a racehorse for Christmas

# And you keep it just for fun

# For a laugh

# Ha-ha-ha-ha

# And they say that if you get married

# It'll be to a millionaire

# Ah, but they don't realise where you came from

# And I wonder if they really care or give a damn

# Where do you go to, my lovely

# When you're alone in your bed?

# You'd better tell me the thoughts that surround you

# I want to look inside your head

# Yes, I do

# Well, I remember the back streets of Naples

# And two children begging in rags

# Both touched with a burning ambition

# To shake off their lowly-born tags

# They try

# So look into my face, Marie-Claire

# Remember just who you are

# Then go and forget me for ever

# But I know you still bear the scar deep inside

# I know where you go to, my lovely

# When you're alone in your bed

# Oh, yes, and I know the thoughts that surround you

# Cos I can look inside your head

# La da-da-da

# Da-da-da

# Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da... #

Peter Sarstedt with a classic song

and a classic Cossack hairspray barnet and moustache.

No, that really WAS fashionable at the time.

He hadn't done it like that for a laugh, a-ha, a-ha.

Right, down, Shep, good boy. Relax, girls.

Do try and contain yourselves

when you see the sexual potency of the dance moves.

-# You were made for me

-You were made for me

# Don't pretend that you don't know

# All the trees were made for little things that sing and fly

# And the sun was made to burn so bright and light the sky

# Pretty eyes were never made to cry

# They were made to see

# When I held you in my arms

# I knew that you were made for me

-# You were made for me

-You were made for me

# Everybody tells me so

-# You were made for me

-You were made for me

# Don't pretend that you don't know

# All the flowers in the fields were made to please the bees

# For the fishes someone made the rivers and the sea

# Every hand was made to hold another tenderly

# When I kissed you on your lips

# I knew that you were made for me

-# You were made for me

-You were made for me

# Everybody tells me so

-# You were made for me

-You were made for me

# Don't pretend that you don't know

# La la-la la-la la-la la-la-la-la

# La-la... #

Almost indecently arousing, that, wasn't it?

Elvis must have been a very worried man.

And did you notice Christopher Trace

playing air guitar on the dog's chest?

Well, it seemed to keep the animal quiet, anyway.

You don't want an unexpected bark, do you? And talking of BACH...

Do you see what I did there?

# We skipped the light fandango

# And turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

# I was feeling kind of seasick

# The crowd called out for more

# The room was humming harder

# As the ceiling flew away

# When we called out for another drink

# The waiter brought a tray

# And so it was that later

# As the miller told his tale

# That her face, at first just ghostly

# Turned a whiter shade of pale

# She said there is no reason

# And the truth is plain to see

# But I wandered through my playing cards

# And would not let her be

# One of 16 vestal virgins

# Who were leaving for the coast

# And although my eyes were open

# Ah, they might have just as well have been closed

# And so it was that later

# As the miller told his tale

# That her face, at first just ghostly

# Turned a whiter shade of pale... #

One of the truly great songs of the era,

but why was there a monk on organ? Very strange.

Reassuringly, we're back to more men in ladies' blouses now,

and stand by for such enthusiastic saxophone swinging

that they sometimes forget to pretend to play the notes.

# You're the only woman I need

# And baby, you know it

# You can make this beggar a king

# A clown or a poet

# Cos I got nothing to hide

# Just some peace of mind

# Bend me, shape me

# Any way you want me

# As long as you love me

# It's all right

# Bend me, shape me

# Any way you want me

# You got the power to turn on the light

# Everybody tells me I'm wrong

# To want you so badly

# But there's a force driving me on

# I'll follow it gladly

# So let them laugh

# I don't care

# All I want is you by my side

# Bend me, shape me

# Any way you want me

# As long as you love me

# It's all right

# Bend me, shape me

# Any way you want me

# You got the power to turn on the light

# You're the only woman I need

# And baby, you know it

# You can make this beggar a king

# A clown or a poet

# Cos I got nothing to hide

# Just some peace of mind

# Bend me, shape me

# Any way you want me

# As long as you love me

# It's all right

# Bend me, shape me

# Any way you want me

# You got the power to turn on the light... #

Blimey, lads, will you watch what you're doing with those saxes?

You'll have someone's eye out if you're not careful.

Next up, this lot perfectly encapsulate the look of the period.

Even your mum had a haircut like this.

# If your memory serves you well

# We were gonna meet again and wait

# So I'm going to unpack all my things

# And sit before it gets too late

# No man alive will come to you

# With another tale to tell

# But you know that we shall meet again

# If your memory serves you well

# Wheel's on fire

# Rolling down the road

# Best notify my next of kin

# This wheel shall explode

# If your memory serves you well

# I was gonna confiscate my lace

# And wrap it up in a sailor's knot

# And hide it in your case

# If I knew for sure that it was yours

# But it was oh so hard to tell

# And you know that we shall meet again

# If your memory serves you well

# Wheel's on fire

# Rolling down the road

# Best notify my next of kin

# This wheel shall explode

# If your memory serves you well

# You'll remember you're the one

# That called on me to call on them

# To get you your favours done

# And after every plan had failed

# And there was nothing more to tell

# You knew that we would meet again

# If your memory serves you well

# This wheel's on fire

# It's rolling down the road

# Best notify my next of kin

# This wheel shall explode... #

And that's when the smoke alarms went off.

That's just about it, but before we go,

a big hit of the '60s given an '80s makeover by Phil Collins,

who'd just come from a meeting with his accountants. See you soon.

# When I'm feeling blue

# All I have to do

# Is take a look at you

# Then I'm not so blue

# When you're close to me

# I can feel your heart beat

# I can hear you breathing in my ear

# Wouldn't you agree

# Baby, you and me

# Got a groovy kind of love?

# Any time you want to

# You can turn me on to

# Anything you want to

# Any time at all

# When I kiss your lips

# Ooh, I start to shiver

# Can't control the quivering inside

# Wouldn't you agree

# Baby, you and me

# Got a groovy kind of love?

# Oh-ho

# When I'm feeling blue

# All I have to do

# Is take a look at you

# Then I'm not so blue

# When I'm in your arms

# Nothing seems to matter

# My whole world could shatter

# I don't care

# Wouldn't you agree

# Baby, you and me

# Got a groovy kind of love?

# We got a groovy kind of love

# We got a groovy kind of love

# Oh, oh-oh

# We got a groovy kind of love. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE