Song | Creeque Alley |
Artist | The Mamas & the Papas |
Album | Deliver |
作词 : Phillips, Phillips | |
John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy | |
Just to leave the 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 pass 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 Cass. | |
Zally 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 pass 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 Cass. | |
When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swathmore | |
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 Cass he gave her love bumps; | |
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 Cass. | |
Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps--- | |
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 æ…¡poonful; | |
Michelle, 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 Cass. | |
Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted, | |
And Mitchy wants to go to the sea. | |
Cass 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... |
zuò cí : Phillips, Phillips | |
John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy | |
Just to leave the 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 pass the hat. | |
McGuinn and McGuire just agettin' higher in L. A., | |
You know where that' s at. | |
And no one' s gettin' fat except Mama Cass. | |
Zally 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 pass the hat. | |
McGuinn and McGuire still agettin higher in L. A., | |
You know where that' s at. | |
And no one' s gettin' fat except Mama Cass. | |
When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swathmore | |
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 Cass he gave her love bumps | |
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 Cass. | |
Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps | |
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 poonful | |
Michelle, John, and Denny gettin' very tuneful. | |
McGuinn and McGuire just acatchin' fire in L. A., | |
You know where that' s at. | |
And everybody' s gettin' fat except Mama Cass. | |
Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can' t be trusted, | |
And Mitchy wants to go to the sea. | |
Cass 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... |