Had a feel of pain,. When i found my body,. Lying all alone,. In this cold bay here.. . Just wandered,. What could have made me so pale,. It must have been these chemicals,.
My hand are tied. I'm on your side. You are my girl. . I hold your hand. And understand. You are my girl. . She has to learn. To walk on artificial grass.
Here she comes now, say Mony, Mony. Shoot 'em down, turn around, come on Mony. Hey, she give me love and I feel all right now. . You gotta toss and turn in the middle of the night.
I see you standing in the alleys and the hallways. Wait a second, you're gone now. I run to touch you but you vanish through the doorway. And oh, how hard it is to live without you.
Lately my mind has drifted back to former days. That used to be. I came about some folks who new of my red MGBGT. People let me tell you. That if I had to make a recipe.
If your the girl that i know this (the rest of this line is unclear),. than your more than welcome to my share of the sidewalk.. If your the chick I saw in the tall grass looking at someone through tinted blue glass, than your more than welcome to my share of the sidewalk..
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 who pray.
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.
There were tears in her eyes when she gave me the news last night. I tried to disguise all the hurt that I felt inside. She said she'd always like to be my friend.
Here we come, walkin' down the street. We get the funniest looks from every one we meet. . Hey, hey, we're the Monkees and people say we monkey around.
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 got a funny feeling deep inside of me".
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 got a funny feeling deep inside of me".
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 got a funny feeling deep inside of me".
Now listen just a minute while I sing this song. Don't you worry, baby, it won't take long. Just about ready to draw the line. So don't be surprised if I leave this time.
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..
Deep in the bayou en route to LA. The merchandise is changing sides. People are hiding and waiting all day. 'Til midnight comes around. That's when it's coming down.
Flyin' down the highway. Lookin' for a place to land. Need to leave the speed in the city. And people come and go and there's no time to understand. And I keep movin' down the road taking notes in a trembling hand.
Lately, my mind is driftin back to former days that used to be. I think about some folks I knew and of my MGB-GT. People, let me tell you that if I had to make a recipe.
written by Boyce/Hart. . I wonder just how long it would be. Me without you, you without me. We had a fight last nioght about something or other. But it can't be too important if wqe love one another.
Hollow, carnival voice sings. Tunes of nobody's choice. And on a vacant lot. Someone just forgot. Standing all alone. Turning on it's own. . Weary, merry go round.