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letra de creeque alley - the mamas & the papas

john and mitchy were gettin’ kind of itchy
just to leave their folk music behind;
zal and denny workin’ for a penny
tryin’ to get a fish on the line
in a coffee house sebastian sat
and after every number they’d p-ss the hat
mcguinn and mcguire just a-gettin’ higher in l.a.,
you know where that’s at
and no one’s gettin’ fat except mama c-ss

zal he said, “denny, you know there aren’t many
who can sing a song the way that you do; let’s go south.”
denny said, “zally, golly, don’t you think that i wish
i could play guitar like you.”
zal, denny, and sebastian sat (at the night owl)
and after every number they’d p-ss the hat
mcguinn and mcguire still a-gettin higher in l.a.,
you know where that’s at
and no one’s gettin’ fat except mama c-ss

when c-ss was a soph-m-re, planned to go to swarthmore
but she changed her mind one day
standin’ on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike,
“take me to new york right away.”
when denny met c-ss he gave her love b-mps;
called john and zal and that was the mugwumps.
mcguinn and mcguire couldn’t get no higher
but that’s what they were aimin’ at
and no one’s gettin’ fat except mama c-ss

mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big b-mps—
don’t you work as hard as you play
make up, break up, everything is shake up;
guess it had to be that way
sebastian and zal formed the spoonful;
mich-lle, john, and denny gettin’ very tuneful
mcguinn and mcguire just a-catchin’ fire in l.a.,
you know where that’s at
and everybody’s gettin’ fat except mama c-ss.

broke, busted, disgusted, agents can’t be trusted
and mitchy wants to go to the sea.
c-ss can’t make it; she says we’ll have to fake it—
we knew she’d come eventually
greasin’ on american express cards;
tents low rent, but keeping out the heat’s hard
duffy’s good vibrations and our imaginations
can’t go on indefinitely
and california dreamin’ is becomin’ a reality…

- the mamas the papas

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