The Mamas And The Papas Mansions

Sitting in our mansion,

Guarded by expansion,

Questioning our motives and our means;

Wondering why this isn’t like the dream.

Walls of wealth surround us;

People cannot hound us.

A gentle Spanish lady cooks our meals,

But we never ask her how she feels.

Limousines and laughter,

Parties ever after.

If you play the game, you pay the price –

Purchasing a piece of paradise.

Changes…changing…

Fog and rain…

(Boats, planes, and trains…)

Londontown’s the same…

(On the road again….)

Borrowing time from friends…

(Pleasures and pain…)

Circles have…

(Circles have…)

No end.

Paris and Rome –

Making their scene,

but missing our own.

Beatles and Stones –

Then on the boat to come back home.

Changes…changing…

Nothing left to blind us;

People cannot bind us.

You live your life a

And live it as you please.

(Please, please, please)

Live your life exactly as you please.

(Please, please, please)

Live your life and live it as you please

(Please, please, please).

Live your life exactly as you please

(Please, please, please)

Please, live your life just as you please.

The Mamas And The Papas Got A Feelin’

Got a feelin’ that I’m wasting time on you babe;

Got a feelin’ that you’ve been untrue.

I got a feelin’ that you’re stealin’

All the love I thought I was giving to you.

Baby, it’s true.

Got a feelin’ that you’re playing some game with me babe;

Got a feelin’ that you just can’t see.

If you’re entertaining any thought that you’re gaining

By causing me all of this pain and making me blue

The joke’s on you.

When I get to feeling that you’re stealing love

And I don’t know why, baby,

It makes me so discouraged

I finally get the courage not to cry, babe,

Or even try, babe.

Got a feelin’ that I’m wasting time on you babe;

Got a feelin’ that you’ve been untrue.

I got a feelin’ that you’re stealin’

All the love I thought I was giving to you.

Baby, it’s true; the joke’s on you.

Baby it’s true; the joke’s on you.

The Mamas And The Papas Creeque Alley

John and Mitchie 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

Zallie said, “Denny, you know there aren’t many

Who can sing a song the way that you do; let’s go south”

Denny said, Zallie, 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 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 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 ‘Spoonful

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 Mitchie 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

The Mamas And The Papas Make Your Own Kind Of Music

Nobody can tell ya

There’s only one song worth singin’

They may try and sell ya

‘Cause it hangs them up

To see someone like you

But you’ve gotta make your own kind of music

Sing your own special song

Make your own kind of music

Even if nobody else sings along

You’re gonna be nowhere,

The loneliest kind of lonely

It may be rough goin’

Just to do your thing

The hardest thing to do

But you’ve gotta make your own kind of music

Sing your own special song

Make your own kind of music

Even if nobody else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand

And if you must be goin’

I will understand

You gotta make your own kind of music

Sing your own special song

Make your own kind of music

Even if nobody else sings along

[Fading out:]

You gotta make your own kind of music

Sing your own special song,

Make your own kind of music even if nobody

Else sings along.

The Mamas And The Papas I Saw Her Again Last Night

I saw her again last night,

And you know that I shouldn’t

Just string her along; it’s just not right

If I couldn’t I wouldn’t.

But what can I do; I’m lonely too.

And it makes me feel so good to know

She’ll never leave me.

I’m in way over my head;

Now she thinks that I love her (yeah, yeah)

Because that’s what I said

Though I never think of her.

(No, no, never think of her)

But what can I do? I’m lonely too.

And it makes me feel so good to know

(And it makes me feel so good to know…)

She’ll never leave me.

Every time I see that girl,

You know I wanna lay down and die.

But I really need that girl

Though I’m living a lie;

(Though I’m living a lie…)

It makes me wanna cry

I saw her again last night,

And you know that I shouldn’t

Just string her along; it’s just not right.

If I couldn’t then I wouldn’t,

But what can I do, I’m lonely too.

And it makes me feel so good to know

She’ll never leave me.

(to know…know)

But what can I do? I’m lonely too.

Yeah, and it makes me feel so good to know

She’ll never leave me.

Every time I see that girl,

You know I wanna lay down and die.

But I really need that girl

Though I’m living a lie

(Though I’m living a lie…)

It makes me wanna cry.

I saw her…

I saw her again last night.

And you know that I shouldn’t (no, no)

Just string her along; it’s just not right.

If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t;

I’m in way over my head (you say…)

Now she thinks that I love her (yeah, yeah)

Because that’s what I said…

The Mamas And The Papas Gemini Childe

Soft rhythms of her feet;

Soft buckskin next to my cheek

Oh, the long hair unbound tumbling down.

Musical songs without sound.

Strong magical lines over the land…

Strange mystical lines on her hands.

Twin Gemini, split in two;

Half is for me, half for you.

Gemini childe…

Gemini childe – woman grown,

Lost in a world not her own.

My midnight friend, split in two;

Half is for me, half for you.

Gemini childe

Gemini childe

The Mamas And The Papas California Dreamin’

All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray

I’ve been for a walk on a winter’s day

I’d be safe and warm if I was in L.A.

California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day

Stopped in to a church I passed along the way

Well I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray

You know the preacher liked the cold

He knows I’m gonna stay

California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day

All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray

I’ve been for a walk on a winter’s day

If I didn’t tell her I could leave today

California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day

California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day

California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day

The Mamas And The Papas Pearl

First star I see tonight,

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have the wish I wish tonight.

A banker’s daughter or a runaway girl,

A little lady or a honky-tonk Pearl

Has to find someplace in this world

Where she feels at home.

A banker’s daughter is so hard to deceive;

A little lady is so hard to please.

Honky-tonk Pearl wears her heart on her sleeve,

And her heart will not grow cold.

First star I see tonight,

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have the wish I wish tonight.

Here’s a wish for a runaway girl;

Here’s a prayer for honky-tonk Pearl –

Hope she finds someplace outta this world

Where she feels at home.

First star I see tonight,

I wish I may, I wish I might…

First star (first star)

I see tonight (I see tonight)

I wish I may, I wish I might…

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have the wish I wish tonight.

The Mamas And The Papas Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.

It is a special one; it’s never seen the sun.

It only comes out when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleaming.

It’s growing in the street right up through the concrete

But soft and sweet and dreamy.

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.

With eyes as black as coal, that look down in my soul

And start a fire there and then I lose control;

I have to beg your pardon.

I’m gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows

In my garden.

It is a special one; it’s never seen the sun.

It only comes out when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleaming.

I’m gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows

In my garden.

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem;

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem;

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem…