Mamas & The Papas - Creeque Alley lyrics

John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy Just to leave their 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 pa** 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 Ca**. Zal he 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 pa** 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 Ca**. When Ca** was a soph*more, 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 Ca** 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 Ca**. 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 Ca**. Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted, And Mitchy wants to go to the sea. Ca** 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...