"Looks Like You'll
Fit Right In"
On a break from composing, Beethoven takes a restorative stroll through the forest where he encounters a field of wild mushrooms. He consumes a small handful hoping to relieve his indigestion, but is instead magically transported to 1971 San Francisco into the living room of Sly Stone, legendary front man of the Rock/R&B band Sly and The Family Stone. Sly welcomes him with open arms and offers to show him the local sights, exclaiming that a man of his stature and reputation will have no trouble fitting in.
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Book & Lyrics for
LOOKS LIKE YOU'LL FIT RIGHT IN
SLY
Oh, Sweet Jesus, it is you. I can’t believe this. Are you real?! Am I tripping?! You’re fucking Ludwig Van Beethoven! I’ve dreamt of this moment!
BEET
You know me?
SLY
Brother Man, everybody knows you! You’re the most famous composer that ever was! (Song #3 Looks Like You’ll Fit Right In)
BEET
I am?
SLY
You are! And everyone here is gonna love you up!
BEET
They will? Fantastic!
SLY
Allow me show you the the town!
BEET
Huzzah! Lead the way, my good man!
MONTAGE: (Sly and Ludwig stroll happily through the streets, Sly pointing out all the modern trappings of San Francisco to Ludwig)
SLY (sung)
ALL THE FREAKS IN FREAKTOWN
THEY’RE GONNA DIG ON YOU
ALL THE FREAKS IN FREAKTOWN
THEY’RE GONNA KNOW YOUR NAME
(A young, gay, hippie couple, makeout on the street)
SLY (sung)
ALL THE STRAIGHT LACED IN THEM CADILLAC CARS
THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND LIFE
EVERYONE IS A STAR
AND IT LOOKS LIKE YOU’LL FIT RIGHT IN
YOU’RE A STAR
LOOKS LIKE YOU’LL FIT RIGHT IN
(Cars and trolleys pass. Ludwig waves at the people. Sly points to the sky as a plane flies overhead)
BEET
Whoa! I’m seeing things. Machines with wheels! Flying metal birds! Strangely dressed people everywhere.
SLY
Just cars and planes, man! Trolleys and trains, man! Relax! You’ve had a long trip!
(They come upon a street band, who picks up the tune. Ludwig claps and dances a bit)
SLY
That’s it, brother! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! (Sly finds a street phone, dials. Into phone) It’s Sly. Table for two, please!
(Ludwig takes the phone from him. Looks into the receiver)
SLY (sung)
EVERYONE IN SAN FRANCISCO
IN EVERY SOUL TOWN USA
IS TRIPPIN ON THE FAMILY STONE
MY REVOLUTION’S UNDERWAY
ALL OF THE FREAKS IN FREAKTOWN
CALL YOU THE GREAT LUDWIG
I THINK YOU MIGHT NEED TO SIT DOWN
YOU ARE BIGGER THAN BIG
ALL THE SQUARES THEY WALK IN A SHIRT AND TIE
I CAN TELL YOU’RE ONE OF US I WONT TELL YOU NO LIES
AND IT LOOKS LIKE YOU’LL FIT RIGHT IN
(They enter a Local Cafe, freaks everywhere. A band plays on a small house stage, and picks up the tune)
SLY AND HOUSE BAND
LOOK IN MY EYES
LOOKS LIKE YOU’LL FIT RIGHT IN