even like the monkeys Have I ever liked the Monkees? Hey hey we're the Monkees Monkees monkeys-monkeys Monkees monkey-monkey Monkees monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey... Monkees
I thought love was only true in fairytales Meant for someone else but not for me Love was out to get me That's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted
Take the last train to Clarksville And I'll meet you at the station You can be be here by four thirty 'Cause I've made your reservation Don't be slow
Monkees, You never know where we'll be found. So you'd better get ready, We may be comin to your town. Hey, hey we're the Monkees, and people
Just a loud mouth Yankee I went down to Mexico I didn't have much time to spend, about a week or so There I lightly took advantage of a girl who loved
By Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart Don't listen to Linda She said all those things before She's just a pretender, And though you couldn't love her more She
When I was a young boy My momma she said to me There's only one girl in the world for you And she probably lives in Tahiti Or maybe in the Bahamas Where
Just a loud mouth Yankee I went down to Mexico I didn't have much time to spend About a week or so There I lightly took advantage Of a girl who loved
I've known for a long time, the kind of girl you are Of a smile that covers teardrops, the way your head yields to your heart Of things you've kept inside
Ask your mommy and daddy, what happened to the Indian? How come they're all living in places with too much snow Or too much sand? Tell your mommy, "I
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
Walkin' down the lonely street I need someone to meet I run across sweet lookin' you Do you know what you do? Oh, you tear the top right off my head
by Michael Nesmith Mike: I dunno... CR: This is twelve... Mike: ...they don't smell like corn silk... Everybody, Samba! Me and my calico girlfriend, Starting
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those
by Michael Nesmith My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run, My strongest trials now have passed, My triumph is begun. Oh, come, angel band
Darkened rolling figures move through Prisms of no color Hand in hand, they walk the night But never know each other Passioned pastel neon lights Light
My, my, the clock in the sky Is pounding away And there's so much to say A face, a voice An overdub has no choice An image cannot rejoice Wanting to
I've been standing on the corner all day Trying to think of little things to say 'Cause she walks by every day about this time And I don't think I'll
