2 June 2014

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 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 ‘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