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By Michael Nesmith
You told me you'd always stay, you told me!
You told me you'd never stray, you told me!
All these things you said you said sincerely.
Still I am leaving you in spite of what you told me.
I've heard things that did not match what you told me.
And of your love that would not last as you told me.
Forwarned is forearmed, it hurts, I'm leaving.
I may be wrong I can't love what I'm just hearing.
Times have made me shy
Of all the things you're saying
Time have made me shy
Of girls and all the games they are playing.
Someday I may see the truth of what you told me.
I may find I left too soon and that you told me.
Only things that you were honestly feeling.
I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
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By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
People come and people go
Movin' fast and movin' slow
I'm in a crowd yet I'm all alone
The road is long the road is rough
I do believe I've had enough
I'm gonna turn around and head for home.
And I hope you're there
And you still care
And if you do,
I'll spend my life with you.
I've had all the time I need
To rearrange my mind and lead
The life I thought I wanted yesterday
I played a game that couldn't last
And now some mem'ries from the past
Have turned my thoughts around a different way.
And girl, I find
You're still on my mind.
And if you want me to
I'll spend ny life with you.
(Instumental)
And girl, I find
You're still on my mind.
And if you want me to
I'll spend ny life with you.
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Forget that girl,
She’ll only make you sad someday,
Forget that girl,
She’ll never make you happy,
Stay away from her, my friend,
Stay away from her.
Forget that girl,
She’ll only bring you down again,
Forget that girl,
She’ll only make you lonely,
Stay away from her, my friend,
Stay away from her.
There was a time,
When she could really love you,
When she was thinking only of you,
But now she’s put herself above you,
And there’s nothing you can do.
Forget that girl,
Even though you find it’s hard,
Forget that girl,
Even though you love her,
She’s in love with him, my friend,
She’s in love with him, oh yeah,
She’s in love with him.
Forget that girl…
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All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take advantage
Of a love bright as the sun.
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one.
All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take for granted
All the pleasures and the fun.
Someone to stand beside them,
And you just may be the one.
I
Saw when you walked by,
The love bright in your eyes,
And I knew I must try.
To win
You more than as a friend,
I'm starting near the end,
And here I go again.
All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take advantage
Of a love bright as the sun.
Someone to stand beside them,
And you just may be the one.
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one.
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When the world and I were young,
Just yesterday.
Life was such a simple game,
A child could play.
It was easier than to tell right from wrong,
Easier than to tell weak from strong.
When a man should stand and fight,
Or just go along.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
I remember when the answer
Seemed so clear.
We had never lived without
Or tasted fear.
It was easier than to tell truth from lies,
Selling out from compromise.
Who to love and who to hate,
The foolish from the wise.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
It was easier than to know what was fair,
When to keep and when to share.
How much to protect your heart,
And how much to care.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
Only shades of gray.
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By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
I've been standing on the corner all day
Tryin' to think of little things to say
'Cause she walks by ev'ry day about this time
And I don't think, I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Well I only met her 'bout a week ago
But the way she smiles let me know
That she could see that maybe we were two of a kind.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Oh she's so pretty I couldn't believe
She'd ever look my way
But the way I'm feeling
I'm gonna be stealing
That little girl's heart today.
Well, I'm so happy I could almost fly
And I guess you know the reason why,
I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Oh she's so pretty I couldn't believe
She'd ever look my way
But the way I'm feeling
I'm gonna be stealing
That little girl's heart today.
Well, I'm so happy I could almost fly
And I guess you know the reason why,
I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
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Love is understanding,
Don't you know that this is true.
Love is understanding,
It's in everything we do.
In this generation,
In this lovin' time,
In this generation,
We will make the world shine.
We were born to love one another
This is something we all need.
We were born to love one another
We must be what we're goin' to be
And what we have to be is free.
In this generation,
In this lovin' time,
In this generation,
We will make the world shine.
We were born to love one another
This is something we all need.
We were born to love one another
We must be what we're goin' to be
And what we have to be is free.
Love is undertanding, we gotta be free
Love is undertanding, we gotta be free
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by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
Ev'ryone in town knew Mr. Webster;
He worked at the bank for forty years.
And each week Mr. Frizby made his check out
For sixty-eight dollars clear.
And thru the years he thwarted twenty-seven robberies
And each time Frizby promised him a raise.
They gave a retirement party for Mr. Webster
Everyone from the bank was there.
They had a cake and flowers ordered special
And Frizby had a speech prepared.
And a little white box that held a watch with this inscription
"To Mr. Webster, with regards."
Then came the telegram from Mr. Webster
Said, "Sorry...stop...Cannot attend..
I've flown away and taken all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend."
And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frizby locked the door.
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By Michael Nesmith
She owns and operates
Her own sunshine factory
Of painting smiles on dolls
And then on me
She's my sunny girlfriend
And personality.
Well, she's got a book
That tells about ev'rybody's past
And she can make you slow
While making your mind move fast
She's my sunny girlfriend
And she is never last.
Oh, while I am sleeping
Then she comes creeping
Into my thoughts at night
Gazing down through eyes
As bright as wonder.
She can send you on your way
To ev'rywhere
She's only started
After you think that she is there.
Well, she's my sunny girlfriend,
And she just doesn't care.
Yes, she's my sunny girlfriend,
She doesn't really care.
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By David Jones, Micky Dolenz,
Michael Nesmith and Peter Tork
1st Part
Zilch!
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
2nd Part
Zilch!
China Clipper calling Alameda
China Clipper calling Alameda
China Clipper calling Alameda
China Clipper calling Alameda
3rd Part
Zilch!
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
4th Part
Zilch!
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
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By Hank Cicalo
Hober reeber sabasoben
Hobaseeba snick
Seeberraber hobosoben
What did you expect?
No time, no time for you.
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Runnin' from the risin' heat
To find a place to hide,
The grass is always greener
Growin' on the other side.
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
(Instrumental riff)
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
(Instrumental riff)
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Tryin' to tell the world
Somehow of how I feel.
Tell me what you said again,
I can't believe it's real.
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Andy, you're a dandy,
You don't seem to make no sense.
Nevermind the furthermore,
The plea is self-defense
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Got no time
I got no time
(Repeat, adlib and fade)
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A distant night bird mocks the sun,
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore,
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms my face,
I’m disappointed in the taste,
But there’s a peace the early brings,
The morning world of growing things.
I feel the moment hurry on,
It was today, it’s died away,
And now it is forever gone.
And I will drink my coffee slow,
And I will watch my shadow grow,
And disappear in firelight,
And sleep alone again tonight.
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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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Once upon a once in a while,
It's hard to remember to smile
Just like all of your toys
Can't you see I don't want to play?
I don't need it.
Can't you say you want me to stay?
I'd believe it.
Just like all of your toys.
When all of your playthings
Someday disappear,
Girl, will you be happy
With nothing but tears?
With nothing but tears?
Once upon a once in a while,
It's hard to remember to smile
Just like all of your toys.
Don't you ever feel kind of sad,
'Cause you're lonely?
Think about the love that we had,
Are you lonely?
Just like all of your toys.
When all of your playthings
Someday disappear,
Girl, will you be happy
With nothing but tears?
With nothing but tears?
Ah...
Just like all of your toys, I don't wanna be
Just like all of your toys, I don't need to be
Just like all of your, just like all of your toys...
I should have known I'd be alone
No, no, no I don't need it
Oh, don't you have me believe it
Just like all of your toys
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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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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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How old did you say your sister was?
You know,
You better keep an eye on her,
She hangs out, she hangs out.
I know you taught your sister,
The boogaloo,
I heard you taught your sister,
The shingaling too,
Well, she can teach you a thing or two,
She hangs out, she hangs out.
Well, she hangs out, hangs out,
Oh, every night, every night,
You know you best get down here,
On the double,
Before she gets her pretty little,
Self in trouble,
She’s so fine, so fine.
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Love's a thing that needs one to thrive on
Then it grows
At least that's what I've been told
You can't love someone
If you find that all you get in return
A heart that's cold
CHORUS
They say you need love to love
You gotta have love to love
They all say it works that way.
But if it's true,
Why do I love you?
Why do I love you?
Seems like you keep trying to break me
You do things designed just to make me cry
And I've heard if warm lips don't touch you
Love won't grow no matter how much you try
CHORUS X2
Why do I love you...?
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by Jeff Barry
I'm a young man, baby,
And a young man I must be,
I've got to live young, baby,
And love young, baby,
And see what I can see.
So remember that you can't tie a mustang down,
No, you can't tie a mustang down,
And you can't keep an ocean in a cup,
Whoa, no, you can't tie a mustang down...or up.
Now I only got one heart, baby,
And I'm gonna keep it hid,
Oh, by the way that I hold you
You might think I love you,
But I never said I did.
So don't impose your will upon me,
I can't stand the sound of chains,
Oh, don't try to tame me
Or blame me or name me,
Oh, baby, ease up on the reins.
And remember that you can't tie a mustang down,
No, you can't tie a mustang down,
Oh, you can't put an ocean in a cup,
Whoa, no, you can't tie a mustang down...or up.
I'm a young man, baby,
And a young man I must be,
I've got to live young, baby,
And love young, baby,
And see what I can see.
So remember that you can't tie a mustang down,
No, you can't tie a mustang down,
Oh, you can't keep an ocean in a cup,
Whoa, no, you can't tie a mustang down...or up.
(Whoa, no!)
You can't tie a mustang down,
You can't tie a mustang down,
You can't keep an ocean in a cup,
Whoa, no, you can't tie a mustang down...or up.
fade out...
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by Joey Levine & Artie Resnick
If I learned to play the violin
And I traded my old guitar in,
Would your parents still object,
Or would I win their respect
If I learned to play the violin?
I would even go and cut my hair
Though my friends would point and say I'm square,
Girl, would your society
Still look down their nose at me
If I learned to play the violin?
I'd give up my beat-ways,
Take up more discreet ways,
All you've got to do is ask me to,
Whoa-oa, just ask me to
And I'd learn to play the violin,
Turn my back on everything I've been,
I'd be like somebody new,
But, not change my love for you
If I learned to play the violin.
SOLO
I'd give up my beat-ways,
Take up more discreet ways,
All you've got to do is ask me to,
Whoa-oa, just ask me to.
And I'd learn to play the violin,
Yes, I'd learn to play the violin,
And I'd learn to play the violin,
Yes, I'd learn to play the violin.
fade out...
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Whoa!
I tell ya she's a heart breaker and ya can't tell me she ain't, (hey, hey)
There's a little devil in her under all that powder and paint, (hey, hey)
And she can hang you up every night
And get you so uptight
She's the 99 pounds (99 pounds)
I say 99 pounds (99 pounds)
She's the 99 pounds and some kinda dynamite
I tell ya half a tin of sugar ain't half as sweet as her (hey, hey)
She can change it, rearrange it, 'til you don't remember what you were (hey, hey)
And it don't even pay to fight
'Cause she don't know wrong from right
She's the 99 pounds (99 pounds)
I said 99 pounds (99 pounds)
She's the 99 pounds and some kinda dynamite
Whoa!
And while she may look like an angel but she's made outta TNT (hey, hey)
She's a little bitty of babe of explosivity (hey, hey)
And when she hold ya tight
She's some kind of outta sight
She's the 99 pounds (99 pounds)
I say 99 pounds (99 pounds)
I say 99 pounds and some kinda dynamite
I say 99 pounds (99 pounds)
I say 99 pounds (99 pounds)
62 inches (62 inches)
I say 99 pounds, (99 pounds)...
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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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Ecco qua
passiamo noi
e la gente ci guarda
ed ammir con voi
Ci chiamano i Monkees,
e siamo meno matti di chi
si crede piu' intelligente
di noi che la pensiamo cosi'
Dovunque parliamo
non e' giusto mai
c'e' sempre qualcuno che
ne sa piu' di noi
Ci chiamano i Monkees
e siamo meno matti di chi
si crede piu' intelligente
di noi che la pensiamo cosi'
Ci chiamano i Monkees...
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By Michael Nesmith
You told me you'd always stay, you told me!
You told me you'd never stray, you told me!
All these things you said you said sincerely.
Still I am leaving you in spite of what you told me.
I've heard things that did not match what you told me.
And of your love that would not last as you told me.
Forwarned is forearmed, it hurts, I'm leaving.
I may be wrong I can't love what I'm just hearing.
Times have made me shy
Of all the things you're saying
Time have made me shy
Of girls and all the games they are playing.
Someday I may see the truth of what you told me.
I may find I left too soon and that you told me.
Only things that you were honestly feeling.
I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
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By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
People come and people go
Movin' fast and movin' slow
I'm in a crowd yet I'm all alone
The road is long the road is rough
I do believe I've had enough
I'm gonna turn around and head for home.
And I hope you're there
And you still care
And if you do,
I'll spend my life with you.
I've had all the time I need
To rearrange my mind and lead
The life I thought I wanted yesterday
I played a game that couldn't last
And now some mem'ries from the past
Have turned my thoughts around a different way.
And girl, I find
You're still on my mind.
And if you want me to
I'll spend ny life with you.
(Instumental)
And girl, I find
You're still on my mind.
And if you want me to
I'll spend ny life with you.
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Forget that girl,
She’ll only make you sad someday,
Forget that girl,
She’ll never make you happy,
Stay away from her, my friend,
Stay away from her.
Forget that girl,
She’ll only bring you down again,
Forget that girl,
She’ll only make you lonely,
Stay away from her, my friend,
Stay away from her.
There was a time,
When she could really love you,
When she was thinking only of you,
But now she’s put herself above you,
And there’s nothing you can do.
Forget that girl,
Even though you find it’s hard,
Forget that girl,
Even though you love her,
She’s in love with him, my friend,
She’s in love with him, oh yeah,
She’s in love with him.
Forget that girl…
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All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take advantage
Of a love bright as the sun.
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one.
All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take for granted
All the pleasures and the fun.
Someone to stand beside them,
And you just may be the one.
I
Saw when you walked by,
The love bright in your eyes,
And I knew I must try.
To win
You more than as a friend,
I'm starting near the end,
And here I go again.
All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take advantage
Of a love bright as the sun.
Someone to stand beside them,
And you just may be the one.
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one.
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When the world and I were young,
Just yesterday.
Life was such a simple game,
A child could play.
It was easier than to tell right from wrong,
Easier than to tell weak from strong.
When a man should stand and fight,
Or just go along.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
I remember when the answer
Seemed so clear.
We had never lived without
Or tasted fear.
It was easier than to tell truth from lies,
Selling out from compromise.
Who to love and who to hate,
The foolish from the wise.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
It was easier than to know what was fair,
When to keep and when to share.
How much to protect your heart,
And how much to care.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
Only shades of gray.
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By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
I've been standing on the corner all day
Tryin' to think of little things to say
'Cause she walks by ev'ry day about this time
And I don't think, I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Well I only met her 'bout a week ago
But the way she smiles let me know
That she could see that maybe we were two of a kind.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Oh she's so pretty I couldn't believe
She'd ever look my way
But the way I'm feeling
I'm gonna be stealing
That little girl's heart today.
Well, I'm so happy I could almost fly
And I guess you know the reason why,
I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Oh she's so pretty I couldn't believe
She'd ever look my way
But the way I'm feeling
I'm gonna be stealing
That little girl's heart today.
Well, I'm so happy I could almost fly
And I guess you know the reason why,
I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
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Love is understanding,
Don't you know that this is true.
Love is understanding,
It's in everything we do.
In this generation,
In this lovin' time,
In this generation,
We will make the world shine.
We were born to love one another
This is something we all need.
We were born to love one another
We must be what we're goin' to be
And what we have to be is free.
In this generation,
In this lovin' time,
In this generation,
We will make the world shine.
We were born to love one another
This is something we all need.
We were born to love one another
We must be what we're goin' to be
And what we have to be is free.
Love is undertanding, we gotta be free
Love is undertanding, we gotta be free
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by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
Ev'ryone in town knew Mr. Webster;
He worked at the bank for forty years.
And each week Mr. Frizby made his check out
For sixty-eight dollars clear.
And thru the years he thwarted twenty-seven robberies
And each time Frizby promised him a raise.
They gave a retirement party for Mr. Webster
Everyone from the bank was there.
They had a cake and flowers ordered special
And Frizby had a speech prepared.
And a little white box that held a watch with this inscription
"To Mr. Webster, with regards."
Then came the telegram from Mr. Webster
Said, "Sorry...stop...Cannot attend..
I've flown away and taken all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend."
And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frizby locked the door.
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By Michael Nesmith
She owns and operates
Her own sunshine factory
Of painting smiles on dolls
And then on me
She's my sunny girlfriend
And personality.
Well, she's got a book
That tells about ev'rybody's past
And she can make you slow
While making your mind move fast
She's my sunny girlfriend
And she is never last.
Oh, while I am sleeping
Then she comes creeping
Into my thoughts at night
Gazing down through eyes
As bright as wonder.
She can send you on your way
To ev'rywhere
She's only started
After you think that she is there.
Well, she's my sunny girlfriend,
And she just doesn't care.
Yes, she's my sunny girlfriend,
She doesn't really care.
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By David Jones, Micky Dolenz,
Michael Nesmith and Peter Tork
1st Part
Zilch!
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
2nd Part
Zilch!
China Clipper calling Alameda
China Clipper calling Alameda
China Clipper calling Alameda
China Clipper calling Alameda
3rd Part
Zilch!
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
4th Part
Zilch!
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
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By Hank Cicalo
Hober reeber sabasoben
Hobaseeba snick
Seeberraber hobosoben
What did you expect?
No time, no time for you.
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Runnin' from the risin' heat
To find a place to hide,
The grass is always greener
Growin' on the other side.
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
(Instrumental riff)
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
(Instrumental riff)
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Tryin' to tell the world
Somehow of how I feel.
Tell me what you said again,
I can't believe it's real.
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Andy, you're a dandy,
You don't seem to make no sense.
Nevermind the furthermore,
The plea is self-defense
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Got no time
I got no time
(Repeat, adlib and fade)
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A distant night bird mocks the sun,
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore,
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms my face,
I’m disappointed in the taste,
But there’s a peace the early brings,
The morning world of growing things.
I feel the moment hurry on,
It was today, it’s died away,
And now it is forever gone.
And I will drink my coffee slow,
And I will watch my shadow grow,
And disappear in firelight,
And sleep alone again tonight.
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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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Once upon a once in a while,
It's hard to remember to smile
Just like all of your toys
Can't you see I don't want to play?
I don't need it.
Can't you say you want me to stay?
I'd believe it.
Just like all of your toys.
When all of your playthings
Someday disappear,
Girl, will you be happy
With nothing but tears?
With nothing but tears?
Once upon a once in a while,
It's hard to remember to smile
Just like all of your toys.
Don't you ever feel kind of sad,
'Cause you're lonely?
Think about the love that we had,
Are you lonely?
Just like all of your toys.
When all of your playthings
Someday disappear,
Girl, will you be happy
With nothing but tears?
With nothing but tears?
Ah...
Just like all of your toys, I don't wanna be
Just like all of your toys, I don't need to be
Just like all of your, just like all of your toys...
I should have known I'd be alone
No, no, no I don't need it
Oh, don't you have me believe it
Just like all of your toys
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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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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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How old did you say your sister was?
You know,
You better keep an eye on her,
She hangs out, she hangs out.
I know you taught your sister,
The boogaloo,
I heard you taught your sister,
The shingaling too,
Well, she can teach you a thing or two,
She hangs out, she hangs out.
Well, she hangs out, hangs out,
Oh, every night, every night,
You know you best get down here,
On the double,
Before she gets her pretty little,
Self in trouble,
She’s so fine, so fine.
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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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There's a certain something in the way
You looked at me and said you'd stay
That let me know that I was out of line
But I didn't know what else to do
And like a fool I tested you,
By demanding things of you which weren't mine
And now I feel like such a fool
For making you crawl back to me
But you did it with such love
That you're standing far above
Me and all I did to you
I'm sorry now, what can I do?
I know that never in the world
That I have found me such a girl
Who's there to pick me up before I fall
And if in the end we should go
Both our separte ways I know
The lesson I've learned here is worth it all.
'Cause now I feel like such a fool
For making you crawl back to me
But you did it with such love
That you're standing far above
Me and all I did to you
I'm sorry now, what can I do?
I know that never in the world
That I have found me such a girl
Who's there to pick me up before I fall
And if in the end we should go
Both our separte ways
I know the lesson I've learned here is worth it all.
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When your dreams have died around you, she'll be there
When you need a hand to guide you, she'll be there
And when you feel rejected
'Cause life is not what you expected
I know that, she'll be there
If I hadn't lied and cheated, she'd be here
If she wasn't so mistreated, she'd be here
And if you don't abuse her
I know you'll never ever loose her
And she will always be there
I was too late to discover
How much I really did love her
But now her place is with you
And I must face it, it's over we're through
She'll be there...
She'll be there...
And if you don't abuse her
I know you'll never ever loose her
And she will always be there
She'll be there...
She'll be there...
She'll be there...
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Now listen just a minute while I sing this song,Don't you worry baby it won't take long.I'm just about ready to draw the line,So don't be surprised if I leave this time.
Well I'm goin' north and I'm goin' southDon't want no more of your lyin' mouth.I'm hittin' the road, gonna ring some bells,Better know I can do it well.
CHORUS:Midnight train, ramblin' ramblin'All night long I'm gamblin', gamblin'Been losin' all my money and it really is funny, umm badda dum.Midnight train, ramblin' ramblin'Al night I'm gamblin', gamblin'Well tell you what baby, well you better be movin' on.
Well I really don't know where I'm goin' for sure,Ain't gotta map, it ain't no tour.Just headin' out to the open sky,Who knows, might even die.
Well don't you worry your pretty little head'Cause you never gave a dang what I did or said.That's why I'm packin' to leave this placeCan't stand to look at your cheatin' face.
CHORUS
Well you treated me like a little boyAnd played around like I was a toy.Guess you thought I'd have the blues,Look whose cryin', guess you lose.
CHORUS (twice)It's about that time, better be movin' on
Midnight Train (version from "Missing Links, Vol. 3")
1: Well I'm an angry man, I sing an angry song,Tell you honey it won't be long,Well I'll pack my bags, get outa here,With my guitar and a case o' beer.Well I'm goin' north and I'm goin' south,Tell you honey, better shut you're mouth,Well I'll kick your head from here to hell,You better know I can do it well.
CHORUS: Midnight train, ramblin', ramblin',All night long I'm a-gamblin', gamblin',Losin' all my money well it really is funny, hon.Midnight train, ramblin', ramblin',All night long I'm a-gamblin', gamblin',Tell you what'n baby well you better be movin' on.
2: Well I really don't know where I'm goin' for sure,Ain't got a map, and it ain't no tour,I'm just headin' out for the open sky,Who knows? Might even die.Well don't you worry your pretty little head,I never give a damn what I did or said.That's why I'm packin' to leave this place,Can't stand look at your cheatin' face.
CHORUS: (repeat)
3: Well you treated me like a little boy,And you played around like I was a toy.I guess you thought I'd have the blues,Look who's cryin', guess you lose.
CHORUS: (repeat)
CHORUS: Midnight train, rambling, rambling,All night long I'm gambling, gambling.Losing all my money, well it really ain't so funny, hon.Midnight train, rambling, rambling,All night long I'm gambling, gambling.Tell you what'n baby, well you better be moving on.
CHORUS: (repeat)
CHORUS: It's about that time, better be movin' on.Get outa here, you better be movin' on.Well that's all she wrote, you better be movin' on.
Source: Mark Atkins (by ear)
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"What, are you kidding me? Psycho-Jello!"
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???: Make sure you don't blow your cheeks off.
(someone plays a trumpet)
???: (laughs) Make sure you don't blow your brains out your ears.
Peter?: Yeah, you blow the wind right out your ears if you don't...
(trumpet)
???: (laughs) Look at that pose!
(trumpet)
???: You look like a member of the charmed club in high school.
???: Jericho's wall...
Micky: That's what he did, man, you hear about Jericho's wall? He opened up a B-flat valve and blew the seam. The horn didn't knock no wall down, no, it was the seam that blew open, man!
(Peter laughing)
Micky: You never heard about Jericho either, didja? Blew his head off man, and the wall, the whole thing.
???: RRRRAAAARAAAA!
Micky: He wasn't...
???: (deep voice) Walls came tumbling down...
Micky: He didn't wanna knock those walls down, man. No, he didn't wanna knock those walls off, man. He was just doing a peace march around the outside of the city, man. It was just your Sunday peace march...
???: (deep voice) La la la la la la... La la la la la la... La la la la la la...
Micky: He wasn't blowin' a little tune, doobie doobie doobie, when all of a sudden, this asshole came up blows off the valve and the seam blew the wall down, they wrote a song about it, ever heard it?
Peter: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Peter and Micky: Jericho, Jericho
Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle...
???: He's recording, man.
???: I think I've lost control.
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
???: I think I've lost control of the Monkees.
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Micky: Hey, hey, hey
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Peter: You can talk about your men of Gideon
You can talk about your men of Saul
But there's none like good old Joshua
At the battle of Jericho
Micky: Well, Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Peter: Whoa, Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Ah, Jericho, Jericho
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down...
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There's a wonderland for Alice
There's a tall beanstalk for Jack
The sleepy train will take you there
So safely down the track
With the sandman at the throttle
You'll be off to dreams and back
It's pillow time again
You will meet all your storybook friends
As you go down Mother Goose Lane
Romp with Jack and Jill
Up and down the hill
And try to put Humpty together again
Close your sleepy eyes and listen
While we take a little hop
The candy whistle's blowin'
Don't you miss your station stop
So good night my wee way fairer
Pleasant dreams to you, oh tot
It's pillow time again
You will meet all your storybook friends
As you go down Mother Goose Lane
Romp with Jack and Jill, up and down the hill
And try to put Humpty together again
Close your sleepy eyes and listen
While we take a little hop
The candy whistle's blowin'
Don't you miss your station stop
So good night my wee way fairer
Pleasant dreams to you, oh tot
It's pillow time again
It's pillow time agian...
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By Michael Nesmith
You told me you'd always stay, you told me!
You told me you'd never stray, you told me!
All these things you said you said sincerely.
Still I am leaving you in spite of what you told me.
I've heard things that did not match what you told me.
And of your love that would not last as you told me.
Forwarned is forearmed, it hurts, I'm leaving.
I may be wrong I can't love what I'm just hearing.
Times have made me shy
Of all the things you're saying
Time have made me shy
Of girls and all the games they are playing.
Someday I may see the truth of what you told me.
I may find I left too soon and that you told me.
Only things that you were honestly feeling.
I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
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By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
People come and people go
Movin' fast and movin' slow
I'm in a crowd yet I'm all alone
The road is long the road is rough
I do believe I've had enough
I'm gonna turn around and head for home.
And I hope you're there
And you still care
And if you do,
I'll spend my life with you.
I've had all the time I need
To rearrange my mind and lead
The life I thought I wanted yesterday
I played a game that couldn't last
And now some mem'ries from the past
Have turned my thoughts around a different way.
And girl, I find
You're still on my mind.
And if you want me to
I'll spend ny life with you.
(Instumental)
And girl, I find
You're still on my mind.
And if you want me to
I'll spend ny life with you.
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Forget that girl,
She’ll only make you sad someday,
Forget that girl,
She’ll never make you happy,
Stay away from her, my friend,
Stay away from her.
Forget that girl,
She’ll only bring you down again,
Forget that girl,
She’ll only make you lonely,
Stay away from her, my friend,
Stay away from her.
There was a time,
When she could really love you,
When she was thinking only of you,
But now she’s put herself above you,
And there’s nothing you can do.
Forget that girl,
Even though you find it’s hard,
Forget that girl,
Even though you love her,
She’s in love with him, my friend,
She’s in love with him, oh yeah,
She’s in love with him.
Forget that girl…
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All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take advantage
Of a love bright as the sun.
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one.
All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take for granted
All the pleasures and the fun.
Someone to stand beside them,
And you just may be the one.
I
Saw when you walked by,
The love bright in your eyes,
And I knew I must try.
To win
You more than as a friend,
I'm starting near the end,
And here I go again.
All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take advantage
Of a love bright as the sun.
Someone to stand beside them,
And you just may be the one.
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one.
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When the world and I were young,
Just yesterday.
Life was such a simple game,
A child could play.
It was easier than to tell right from wrong,
Easier than to tell weak from strong.
When a man should stand and fight,
Or just go along.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
I remember when the answer
Seemed so clear.
We had never lived without
Or tasted fear.
It was easier than to tell truth from lies,
Selling out from compromise.
Who to love and who to hate,
The foolish from the wise.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
It was easier than to know what was fair,
When to keep and when to share.
How much to protect your heart,
And how much to care.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
Only shades of gray.
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By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
I've been standing on the corner all day
Tryin' to think of little things to say
'Cause she walks by ev'ry day about this time
And I don't think, I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Well I only met her 'bout a week ago
But the way she smiles let me know
That she could see that maybe we were two of a kind.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Oh she's so pretty I couldn't believe
She'd ever look my way
But the way I'm feeling
I'm gonna be stealing
That little girl's heart today.
Well, I'm so happy I could almost fly
And I guess you know the reason why,
I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Oh she's so pretty I couldn't believe
She'd ever look my way
But the way I'm feeling
I'm gonna be stealing
That little girl's heart today.
Well, I'm so happy I could almost fly
And I guess you know the reason why,
I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
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Love is understanding,
Don't you know that this is true.
Love is understanding,
It's in everything we do.
In this generation,
In this lovin' time,
In this generation,
We will make the world shine.
We were born to love one another
This is something we all need.
We were born to love one another
We must be what we're goin' to be
And what we have to be is free.
In this generation,
In this lovin' time,
In this generation,
We will make the world shine.
We were born to love one another
This is something we all need.
We were born to love one another
We must be what we're goin' to be
And what we have to be is free.
Love is undertanding, we gotta be free
Love is undertanding, we gotta be free
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by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
Ev'ryone in town knew Mr. Webster;
He worked at the bank for forty years.
And each week Mr. Frizby made his check out
For sixty-eight dollars clear.
And thru the years he thwarted twenty-seven robberies
And each time Frizby promised him a raise.
They gave a retirement party for Mr. Webster
Everyone from the bank was there.
They had a cake and flowers ordered special
And Frizby had a speech prepared.
And a little white box that held a watch with this inscription
"To Mr. Webster, with regards."
Then came the telegram from Mr. Webster
Said, "Sorry...stop...Cannot attend..
I've flown away and taken all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend."
And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frizby locked the door.
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By Michael Nesmith
She owns and operates
Her own sunshine factory
Of painting smiles on dolls
And then on me
She's my sunny girlfriend
And personality.
Well, she's got a book
That tells about ev'rybody's past
And she can make you slow
While making your mind move fast
She's my sunny girlfriend
And she is never last.
Oh, while I am sleeping
Then she comes creeping
Into my thoughts at night
Gazing down through eyes
As bright as wonder.
She can send you on your way
To ev'rywhere
She's only started
After you think that she is there.
Well, she's my sunny girlfriend,
And she just doesn't care.
Yes, she's my sunny girlfriend,
She doesn't really care.
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By David Jones, Micky Dolenz,
Michael Nesmith and Peter Tork
1st Part
Zilch!
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
2nd Part
Zilch!
China Clipper calling Alameda
China Clipper calling Alameda
China Clipper calling Alameda
China Clipper calling Alameda
3rd Part
Zilch!
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.
4th Part
Zilch!
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
It is of my opinion that the people are intending.
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By Hank Cicalo
Hober reeber sabasoben
Hobaseeba snick
Seeberraber hobosoben
What did you expect?
No time, no time for you.
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Runnin' from the risin' heat
To find a place to hide,
The grass is always greener
Growin' on the other side.
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
(Instrumental riff)
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
(Instrumental riff)
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Tryin' to tell the world
Somehow of how I feel.
Tell me what you said again,
I can't believe it's real.
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Andy, you're a dandy,
You don't seem to make no sense.
Nevermind the furthermore,
The plea is self-defense
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Got no time
I got no time
(Repeat, adlib and fade)
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A distant night bird mocks the sun,
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore,
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms my face,
I’m disappointed in the taste,
But there’s a peace the early brings,
The morning world of growing things.
I feel the moment hurry on,
It was today, it’s died away,
And now it is forever gone.
And I will drink my coffee slow,
And I will watch my shadow grow,
And disappear in firelight,
And sleep alone again tonight.
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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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Once upon a once in a while,
It's hard to remember to smile
Just like all of your toys
Can't you see I don't want to play?
I don't need it.
Can't you say you want me to stay?
I'd believe it.
Just like all of your toys.
When all of your playthings
Someday disappear,
Girl, will you be happy
With nothing but tears?
With nothing but tears?
Once upon a once in a while,
It's hard to remember to smile
Just like all of your toys.
Don't you ever feel kind of sad,
'Cause you're lonely?
Think about the love that we had,
Are you lonely?
Just like all of your toys.
When all of your playthings
Someday disappear,
Girl, will you be happy
With nothing but tears?
With nothing but tears?
Ah...
Just like all of your toys, I don't wanna be
Just like all of your toys, I don't need to be
Just like all of your, just like all of your toys...
I should have known I'd be alone
No, no, no I don't need it
Oh, don't you have me believe it
Just like all of your toys
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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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"What, are you kidding me? Psycho-Jello!"
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???: Make sure you don't blow your cheeks off.
(someone plays a trumpet)
???: (laughs) Make sure you don't blow your brains out your ears.
Peter?: Yeah, you blow the wind right out your ears if you don't...
(trumpet)
???: (laughs) Look at that pose!
(trumpet)
???: You look like a member of the charmed club in high school.
???: Jericho's wall...
Micky: That's what he did, man, you hear about Jericho's wall? He opened up a B-flat valve and blew the seam. The horn didn't knock no wall down, no, it was the seam that blew open, man!
(Peter laughing)
Micky: You never heard about Jericho either, didja? Blew his head off man, and the wall, the whole thing.
???: RRRRAAAARAAAA!
Micky: He wasn't...
???: (deep voice) Walls came tumbling down...
Micky: He didn't wanna knock those walls down, man. No, he didn't wanna knock those walls off, man. He was just doing a peace march around the outside of the city, man. It was just your Sunday peace march...
???: (deep voice) La la la la la la... La la la la la la... La la la la la la...
Micky: He wasn't blowin' a little tune, doobie doobie doobie, when all of a sudden, this asshole came up blows off the valve and the seam blew the wall down, they wrote a song about it, ever heard it?
Peter: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Peter and Micky: Jericho, Jericho
Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle...
???: He's recording, man.
???: I think I've lost control.
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
???: I think I've lost control of the Monkees.
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Micky: Hey, hey, hey
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Peter: You can talk about your men of Gideon
You can talk about your men of Saul
But there's none like good old Joshua
At the battle of Jericho
Micky: Well, Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Peter: Whoa, Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Ah, Jericho, Jericho
Peter and Micky: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down...
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There's a certain something in the way
You looked at me and said you'd stay
That let me know that I was out of line
But I didn't know what else to do
And like a fool I tested you,
By demanding things of you which weren't mine
And now I feel like such a fool
For making you crawl back to me
But you did it with such love
That you're standing far above
Me and all I did to you
I'm sorry now, what can I do?
I know that never in the world
That I have found me such a girl
Who's there to pick me up before I fall
And if in the end we should go
Both our separte ways I know
The lesson I've learned here is worth it all.
'Cause now I feel like such a fool
For making you crawl back to me
But you did it with such love
That you're standing far above
Me and all I did to you
I'm sorry now, what can I do?
I know that never in the world
That I have found me such a girl
Who's there to pick me up before I fall
And if in the end we should go
Both our separte ways
I know the lesson I've learned here is worth it all.
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There's a wonderland for Alice
There's a tall beanstalk for Jack
The sleepy train will take you there
So safely down the track
With the sandman at the throttle
You'll be off to dreams and back
It's pillow time again
You will meet all your storybook friends
As you go down Mother Goose Lane
Romp with Jack and Jill
Up and down the hill
And try to put Humpty together again
Close your sleepy eyes and listen
While we take a little hop
The candy whistle's blowin'
Don't you miss your station stop
So good night my wee way fairer
Pleasant dreams to you, oh tot
It's pillow time again
You will meet all your storybook friends
As you go down Mother Goose Lane
Romp with Jack and Jill, up and down the hill
And try to put Humpty together again
Close your sleepy eyes and listen
While we take a little hop
The candy whistle's blowin'
Don't you miss your station stop
So good night my wee way fairer
Pleasant dreams to you, oh tot
It's pillow time again
It's pillow time agian...
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