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.


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.


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.