Creeque Alley
John Phillips/Michelle Gilliam
The Mamas And Papas
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| John and Mitchie were gettin’ kind of itchy |
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| Just to leave the folk music behind |
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| Zal and Denny workin’ for a penny |
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| Tryin’ to get a fish on the line |
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| In a coffee house Sebastian sat |
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| And after every number they’d pass the hat |
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| McGuinn and McGuire just a-gettin’ higher |
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| In L.A., you know where that’s | at |
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| And no one’s gettin’ | fat except Mama | Cass |
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| Zally said "Denny, you know there aren’t many |
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| Who can sing a song the way that you do, let’s go south" |
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| Denny said "Zally, golly, don’t you think that I wish |
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| I could play guitar like you" |
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| Zal, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl) |
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| And after every number they’d pass the hat |
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| McGuinn and McGuire still a-gettin higher |
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| In L.A., you know where that’s at |
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| And no one’s gettin’ fat except Mama Cass |
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| When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore |
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| But she changed her mind one day |
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| Standin’ on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike |
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| "Take me to New York right away" |
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| When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps |
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| Called John and Zal and that was the Mugwumps |
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| McGuinn and McGuire couldn’t get no higher |
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| But that’s what they were aimin’ at |
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| And no one’s gettin’ fat except Mama Cass |
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| Mugwumps, high jumps, slow slumps, big bumps |
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| Don’t you work as hard as you play |
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| Make up, break up, everything is shake up |
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| Guess it had to be that way |
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| Sebastian and Zal formed the Spoonful |
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| Michelle, John, and Denny gettin’ very tuneful |
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| McGuinn and McGuire just a-catchin’ fire |
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| In L.A., you know where that’s at |
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| And everybody’s gettin’ fat except Mama Cass |
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| Flute solo over verse chords |
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| Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can’t be trusted |
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| And Mitchie wants to go to the sea |
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| Cass can’t make it, she says we’ll have to fake it |
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| We knew she’d come eventually |
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| Greasin’ on American Express cards |
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| Tent’s low rent, but keeping out the heat’s hard |
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| Duffy’s good vibrations and our imaginations |
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| And California dreamin’ is becomin’ a reality |
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