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by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart
Here we come,
Walking down the street,
We get the funniest looks from
Everyone we meet.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We go wherever we want to,
Do what we like to do,
We don't have time to get restless,
There's always something new.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We're just trying to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation
And we've got something to say.
Oh...
Anytime,
Or anywhere,
Just look over your shoulder,
Guess who'll be standing there.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
SOLO
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We're just trying to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation
And we've got something to say.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees...
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees...
fade out...
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Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be by four thirty,
'Cause I made your reservation.
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'til the morning brings my train.
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville.
I'll be waiting at the station.
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation.
Oh... oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Now I must hang up the phone.
I can't hear you in this noisy
Railroad station all alone.
I'm feelin' low. oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to clarksville,
Take the last train to clarksville,
[repeat and fade]
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I wanna be free,
Like the bluebirds flying by me,
Like the waves out on the blue sea.
If your love has to tie me, don't try me,
Say goodbye.
I wanna be free,
Don't say you love me, say you like me.
But when I need you beside me,
Stay close enough to guide me, confide in me,
Woh-oh.
I wanna hold your hand,
Walk along the sand.
Laughing in the sun,
Always having fun.
Doing all those things,
Without any strings to tie me down.
I wanna be free,
Like the warm September wind, babe.
Say you'll always be my friend, babe.
We can make it to the end, babe, again, babe,
I've gotta say.
I wanna be free.
I wanna be free.
I wanna be free.
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I thought love was only true in fairy tales,
Meant for someone else, but not for me.
Oh, love was out to get me,
That's the way it seemed,
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face,
Now I'm a believer.
Not a trace,
Of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love,
I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a giving thing,
Seems the more I gave, the less I got.
Oh, what's the use in trying,
All you get is pain,
When I needed sunshine, I got rain.
Then I saw her face,
Now I'm a believer.
Not a trace,
Of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love,
I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried.
Oh, well, all right.
Love was out to get me,
That's the way it seemed,
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face,
Now I'm a believer.
Not a trace,
Of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love,
I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried.
Yes, I saw her face,
Now I'm a believer.
Not a trace,
Of doubt in my mind.
Said, i'm a believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
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I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
You're trying to make your mark in society
You're using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all those high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes
I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone
When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who
I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone
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Mary, Mary, where're you going to?
Mary, Mary, can I go too?
This one thing I will vow you,
Id' rather die than to live without you.
Mary, Mary, tell me truly,
What did I do to make you leave me?
Whatever it was I didn't mean to,
You know I never would try and hurt you.
What more, Mary, can I do,
To prove that my love is truly yours?
I've done more now,
Than a clear-thinking man would do.
Mary, Mary, it's not over,
Where you go, I will follow,
âЂ?Til I win your love again,
And walk beside you, but until then,
Mary, Mary, where're you going to?
Mary, where you going to?
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Walk out, girl, don't you walk out,
We've got things to say,
Talk out, let's have it talked out,
And things will be ok.
Girl, I don't want to fight,
I'm a little bit wrong,
And you're a little bit right,
I said, girl, you know that it's true,
It's a little bit me,
And it's a little bit you too.
I don't know just what I said wrong,
But, girl, I apologize,
Don't go, here's where you belong,
So wipe the tears from your eyes.
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You tell me that youve never been this way before.
You tell me things I know that Ive heard somewhere.
Youre standing in the places and youre
Staring down through faces, that bring to mind traces
Of a girl, a girl that I knew somewhere.
I just cant put my finger on what it is
That says to me watch out! dont believe her.
I cant give any reasons girl,
My thoughts are bound down in a whirl.
I just cant think who in the world was that girl;
I know I met her somewhere.
Someway, somehow this same thing was done.
Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong.
Well, goodbye dear, I just cant take this chance again.
My fingers are still burning from the last time.
And if your love was not a game, I only have myself to blame.
Thats as may be, I cant explain.
Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere.
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She's a wonderful lady
And she's mine, all mine
And there doesn't seem a way
That she won't come and lose my mind
It's too easy humming songs
To a girl in a yellow dress
It's been a long time since the party
And the room is in a mess
The four kings of EMI are sitting stately on the floor
There are birds out on the sidewalk
And a valet at the door
He reminds me of a penguin
With few and plastered hair
There's talcum powder on the letter
And the birthday boy is there
Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you live up there?
Why don't you do what I do,
See what I feel when I care?
Now they've darkened all the windows
And the seats are naugahide
I've been waiting for an hour
I can't find a place to hide
The being known as wondergirl
Is speaking, I believe
It's not easy trying to tell her
That I shortly have to leave
Why don't you be like me?
Why don't you stop and see?
Why don't you hate who I hate,
Kill who I kill to be free?
Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you live up there?
Why dodn't you do what I do,
See what I feel when I care?
Why don't you be like me? (She's a wonderful lady)
Why don't you stop and see? (And she's mine, all mine)
Why don't you hate who I hate, (And there doesn't seem a way)
Kill who I kill to be free? (That she won't come and lose my mind)
Why don't you cut your hair? (It's too easy humming songs)
Why don't you live up there? (To a girl in a yellow dress)
Why don't you do what I do, (It's been a long time since the party)
See what I feel when I care? (And the room is in a mess)
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The local rock group down the street
Is trying hard to learn their song
Seranade the weekend squire, who just came out to mow his lawn
Another pleasant valley sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Rows of houses that are all the same
And no one seems to care
See mrs. gray shes proud today because her roses are in bloom
Mr. green hes so serene, hes got a t.v. in every room
Another pleasant valley sunday
Here in status symbol land
Mothers complain about how hard life is
And the kids just dont understand
Creature comfort goals
They only numb my soul and make it hard for me to see
My thoughts all seem to stray, to places far away
I need a change of scenery
Ta ta ta...
Another pleasant valley sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Another pleasant valley sunday
Here in status symbol land
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Girl, don't you know,
Every time I see you smiling,
Hurts so bad cause when I see you,
I start crying,
I've tried everything to stop,
But there's denying,
Falling in love with you, girl,
Is just like dying.
Oh, don't walk away,
Oh, how can I make you stay,
Don't turn away,
I can still hear you saying those,
Words that never were true,
Spoken to help nobody but you,
Words with lies inside,
But small enough to hide,
âЂ?Til your playing was through.
Girl, don't you know,
We could work it out with talking,
You won't turn around,
Or slow down your walking,
I've given you everything,
With a kiss to seal it,
You had to get your kicks,
Out of trying to steal it.
Now I'm standing here,
Strange, strange voices in my ears,
I feel the tears,
But all I can hear are those,
Words that never were true,
Spoken to help nobody but you,
Words with lies inside,
But small enough to hide,
âЂ?Til your playing was through.
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Oh I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shaving razor's cold and it stings
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
You once thought of me as a white knight on his
steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good time starts and ends
With a dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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Sock it to me...
Floatin' in the river,
With a saturated liver,
And I wish I could forgiver her,
But I do believe she meant it,
When she told me to forget it
And I bet she will regret it,
When they find me in the morning,
Wet and drowned,
And the world gets round,
I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down.
I'm coming up for air;
It's pretty stuffy under there,
I'd like to say I didn't care,
But I forgot to leave a note,
And it's so hard to stay afloat,
I'm soakin' wet without a boat,
And I knew I should have,
Taken off my shoes,
It's front page news,
Goin' down, goin' down.
I wish I had another drink;
It wouldn't be so hard to sink,
I should have taken time to think;
Besides I got the picture straight,
She must've had another date;
I didn't need this extra weight,
I wish that I could see the way to shore,
I don't want no more,
Goin' down, I'm goin' down.
Now I see the life I lead,
I slept it all away in bed,
I should've learned to swim instead,
And now it's really got me stumped,
I can't believe, oh, why I jumped,
I'd like to get my tummy pumped,
I can't believe they drink this stuff in town,
This dirty brown,
I'm goin' down, goin' down.
I wish I'd looked before I leaped,
I didn't know it was so deep,
Been down so far I don't get wet,
I haven't touched the bottom yet,
This river scene is gettin' old;
I'm hungry, sleepy, wet, and cold,
She told me to forget it nice;
I should have taken her advice,
I only wanna go on home;
I'll gladly leave that girl alone,
What a way to spend the night,
If I don't drown I'll die of fright,
My pappy taught me how to float,
But I can't swim a single note,
He threw me in to teach me how,
And I stayed there,
Floating like a mama cow,
And now I've floated way down stream, I know this has to be a dream,
If I could find my way to shore,
I'd never ever do this anymore,
I'll give you three;
I've been down nine,
I'm goin' down just one more time,
I'm goin' down, goin' down.
Now the sky is gettin' lightm
And everything will be alright,
Think I finally got the knack,
Just floatin' here lazy on my back,
I never really liked that town;
I think I'll ride the river down,
Just movin' slow and floatin' free,
There's a river swingin' under me,
Waving back to the folks on shore,
I should have thought of this before,
I'm floatin' on down to New Orleans,
Goin' to pick up,
On some swinging scenes,
I know I'll know a better day;
I'll go down groovin' all the way,
Goin down, goin' down...
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Valleri, I love her,
There's a girl I know,
That makes me feel so good,
And I wouldn't live without her,
Even if I could,
They call her Valleri, I love her, Valleri.
Oh, yeah, come on.
She's the same little girl,
Who used to hang around my door,
But she sure looks different than,
The way she looked before,
I call her Valleri, I love her, Valleri.
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D.W. Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say.
D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day.
A hot bowl of soup is waitin'.
A hot bowl of soup and a shave.
D.W. Washburn, we picked you to say.
Can't you hear the bugle call? Can't you hear the bells?
Even you can be reborn, you naughty
If you don't get out of that gutter,
before the next big rain.
D.W. Wahsburn, you're gonna wash right down the drain.
Up, up, come on get up off your street.
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees,
I know you can make it to your feet. Wooah!
D.W. Washburn, I said to myself.
D.W. Washburn, why don't you go save sombody else?
Well, I got no job to go to.
I don't work and I don't get paid.
I got a bottle of wine, I'm feelin' fine.
And I believe I got it made.
I'd like to thank all you good people
for comin' to my aid.
But I'm D.W. Washburn.
I do believe I got it made.
I do believe I got it made, don't need nobody.
I do believe I got it made, I do believe I got it made.
or...
DW Washburn I heard a sweet voice say
DW Washburn this is your lucky day
A hot bowl of soup is waitin'
A hot bowl of soup and a shave...
DW Washburn...we picked you to SAVE (the whole thing is about the
Salvation Army finding some soul that they think needs saving....and the guy
is perfectly content as he is)
Can't you hear the FLUGLE HORN?
Can't you hear the band? (Also could be bells...certainly fits the music
here...but the band would refer to the Sal Army)
Even you can be reborn
You naughty n'er - do-well (an archaic term for a slacker)
Get up, get outta that gutter
Before the next big rain.
DW Washburn...you're gonna wash right down the drain.
Up, up...c'mon get up (My kid's favorite part of the song)
Get up off your street (has been written as "Seat" in other places, but
Micky is clearly saying "Street" ...which works in context.)
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees,
I know you can make it to your feet..whooo
DW Washburn I said to myself (Character is going introspective here)
DW Washburn Why don't you go save somebody else? (I.e. we picked you to
save, but DW doesn't give a ****)
Well I got no job to go to
I don't work and I don't get paid
I got a bottle of wine
I'm feeling fine.......And I believe I' got it made.
I'd like to thank all you good people
For coming to my aid, but I'm
DW Washburn
I do believe I got it made.....etc. to fade
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Hey!
Look what you have done
Showing me the sun
And now it's shining through
It's nice to be with you
Hey!
I like the things you say
And I like the way
You do the things you do
It's nice to be with you
Each time that I give my heart to someone new
They just turn it blue
But this time
Is my time
And my time
Is all the time I have
To be with you
So please
Never go away
Say you're going to stay
And make my dreams come true
It's nice to be with you
Each time that I give my heart to someone new
They just turn it blue
But this time
Is my time
And my time
Is all the time I have
To be with you
So please
Never go away
Say you're going to stay
And make my dreams come true
It's so nice to be with you
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My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
There's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
And it cannot rejoice
Wanting to be, to hear and to see
Crying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a lie
But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
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Hey, hey, mercy woman,
Plays a song and no one listens,
I need help, I'm falling again,
Play the drum a little louder;
Tell me I can live without her,
If I only listen to the band,
Listen to the band.
Weren't they good?
They made me happy,
I think I can make it alone.
Oh, mercy woman,
Plays a song and no one listens,
I need help, I'm falling again,
Play the drum a little bit louder;
Tell them they can live without her,
If they only listen to the band,
Listen to the band.
Now, weren't they good?
They made me happy,
I think I can make it alone.
Oh, woman,
Plays a song and no one listens,
I need help; I'm falling again,
Come on, play the drums,
Just a little bit louder,
Tell us we can live without her,
Now that we have listened to the band.
Listen to the band!
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You always say you like my style
You say I'm tough and kind of wild
Am I too much for you to tame?
I swear this time it's not a game
I've known a lot of girls
No, this I won't deny
I'll give our love
I'll give it more than a try
That was then, (that was then) this is now
Let me prove my love girl, I'll make you proud
I never made (never made) this kind of vow
That was then, this is now
I've led a thousand lives it seems
And there's been a lot of broken dreams
My mind's just swept love aside
But you broke me down and put me wise
I've doubted all compassion
But you showed me the door
I can't doubt it
I don't doubt it no more
That was then, (that was then) this is now
Let me prove my love girl, I'll make you proud
I never made (never made) this kind of vow
That was then, this is now
I've known a lot of girls
No, this I won't deny
I'll give our love
I'll give it more than a try
That was then, (that was then) this is now
Let me prove my love girl, I'll make you proud
I never made (never made) this kind of vow
That was then, this is now
That was then, this is now
That was then, this is now
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Love in a vacuum, love in space,
Love without even a little hint of a trace,
Love in confusion,
And love doesn't show on your face.
Love is a stranger, love is a box,
Love is the key that fits a million locks,
Love is a mystery,
When love is the devil you go.
Put your heart and soul,
Where I can see them shine,
I wish you'd put your heart and soul,
Where I can think they're mine,
I wish you put your heart and soul,
Where I can see them shine.
Love in a distance, love in a walk,
Love in the limit,
If only people could talk,
Love for the moment it takes,
'Til it swings like a hawk.
Love for tomorrow, love for today,
Love for the hour,
It could be coming your way,
Love for a puzzle,
You need a solution to play.
Put your heart and soul,
Where I can see them shine,
I wish you'd put your heart and soul,
Where I can think they're mine,
I wish you put your heart and soul,
Where I can see them shine.
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