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The Monkees
The Monkees


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Pop
Years active 1966—present
Label(s) Arista Records
RCA Records
Website Website
Members
Davy Jones
Micky Dolenz
Peter Tork
Former members
Michael Nesmith



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The Monkees Album


The Monkees (1966)
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I Don't Think You Know Me (Alternate Version)
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(Theme From) The Monkees (Early Version)
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by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart
Here we come,
Walking down the street,
We get the funniest looks from
Everyone we meet.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We go wherever we want to,
Do what we like to do,
We don't have time to get restless,
There's always something new.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We're just trying to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation
And we've got something to say.
Oh...
Anytime,
Or anywhere,
Just look over your shoulder,
Guess who'll be standing there.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
SOLO
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We're just trying to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation
And we've got something to say.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees...
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees...
fade out...

. . .



Monday had a sad child,
Always feeling low down,
Tuesday had a dream child,
She’s always on the go,
So I’m in love with Saturday’s child,
Every time you take a ride at night,
She’s driving me wild,
You wanna kiss,
And hold her way up tight,
Gonna spend my time,
You can tell the future’s looking bright,
Making sure,
That Saturday’s child is mine.

If you love a Wednesday,
You’ll live your life apart, now,
And if you love a Thursday,
She’s gonna break you’re heart,
So I’m in love with Saturday’s child,
Every time you hold her close,
You’ll see, she’s driving me wild,
You can feel the thrill that’s gonna be,
Gonna spend my time,
Now the future has a guarantee,
Making sure,
That Saturday’s child is mine.

Seven days of the week,
Made to choose from,
But only one is right to me,
I know that Saturday’s,
Got what it takes, babe,
I can tell by the way she looks at me.

Friday likes the good life,
She’ll take you for a ride, now,
And Sunday makes a good wife,
She wants to be a bride,
So I’m in love with Saturday’s child.


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I wanna be free,
Like the bluebirds flying by me,
Like the waves out on the blue sea.
If your love has to tie me, don't try me,
Say goodbye.

I wanna be free,
Don't say you love me, say you like me.
But when I need you beside me,
Stay close enough to guide me, confide in me,
Woh-oh.

I wanna hold your hand,
Walk along the sand.
Laughing in the sun,
Always having fun.
Doing all those things,
Without any strings to tie me down.

I wanna be free,
Like the warm September wind, babe.
Say you'll always be my friend, babe.
We can make it to the end, babe, again, babe,
I've gotta say.
I wanna be free.
I wanna be free.
I wanna be free.


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I’m gonna pack up all the pain,
I’m gonna keep it in my heart,
I’m gonna catch me the fastest train,
I’m gonna make me a brand new start.

Well, that’s okay,
Tomorrow’s gonna be another day,
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
And I don’t care what you say,
Tomorrow’s gonna be,
Tomorrow’s gonna be,
Tomorrow’s gonna be another day.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Tell me there’s a lot of fish,
Swimming in the deep, blue sea,
I’m gonna catch me a pretty one,
And she’ll be good to me.

I’m on my way.
Well, I ain’t gonna think about you,
Because it ain’t no use no more,
I’m gonna make it fine without you,
Just like I did before.

I’m on my way,
Tomorrow’s gonna be another day,
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
And I don’t care what you say,
Tomorrow’s gonna be,
Tomorrow’s gonna be,
Tomorrow’s gonna be another day,
Hey, hey, hey, hey.


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No heartaches felt no longer lonely
Nights of waiting finally won me
Happiness that's all rolled up in you

And now with you as inspiration
I look toward a destination
Sunny bright that once before was blue

I have no more than I did before
But now I've got all that I need
For I love you and I know you love me

So take my hand I'll start my journey
Free from all the helpless worry
That besets a man when he's alone

For strength is mine when we're together
And with you I know I'll never
Have to pass the high road for the low

I have no more than I did before
But now I've got all that I need
For I love you and I know you love me

Play magic fingers
Hee Haw !!
Oh pick it Luther

I have no more than I did before
But now I've got all that I need
For I love you and I know you love me
Yes, I love you and I know you love me


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Though you’ve played at love and lost,
And sorrow’s turned your heart to frost,
I will melt your heart again.
Remember the feeling as a child,
When you woke up,
And morning smiled,
It’s time you felt like you did then.

There’s just no percentage,
In remembering the past,
It’s time you learned,
To live again at last.
Come with me, leave yesterday behind,
And take a giant step,
Outside your mind.

You stare at me in disbelief,
Say for you there’s no relief,
But I swear I’ll prove you wrong.
Don’t sit in your lonely room,
Just staring back in silent gloom,
That’s not where you belong.

Come with me, I’ll take you where,
The taste of life is green,
And everyday,
Holds wonders to be seen.
Come with me, leave yesterday behind,
And take a giant step,
Outside your mind.


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Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be by four thirty,
'Cause I made your reservation.
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'til the morning brings my train.
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.

Take the last train to Clarksville.
I'll be waiting at the station.
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation.
Oh... oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

Take the last train to Clarksville,
Now I must hang up the phone.
I can't hear you in this noisy
Railroad station all alone.
I'm feelin' low. oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.

Take the last train to clarksville,
Take the last train to clarksville,
[repeat and fade]


. . .



I guess I should have stayed in bed,
My pillow wrapped around my head,
Instead I’ve waken up to find,
A nightmare of a different kind.

She went away,
This just doesn’t seem to be my day.

She didn’t have to say a lot,
Her pretty eyes revealed a plot,
It was someone else she wanted more,
So I walked her to the door.

What could I say,
This just doesn’t seem to be my day.

My, oh my, how sad am I?
How I wish she would have stayed,
This just doesn’t seem to be my day.

My whole world is upside down,
She turned my smile into a frown,
It’s such a pitiless shape I’m in,
I must get on my feet again.

Can’t stay this way,
This just doesn’t seem to be my day.


. . .


By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart

Let's dance on,
Oh, baby, come on.
Let's dance on 'til the dawn,
Have fun 'til the music's all gone.

We've been dancin',
Nearly all night long.
Let's keep it up baby,
'Cause the music's still strong.
We're doin' the Pony
Now you're doing the Jerk.
A come on, baby,
Let me see how you work.

Let's dance on,
Oh, baby, come on.
Let's dance on 'til the dawn,
Have fun 'til the music's all gone.

The way you're movin'
Girl, you look so fine.
You been doin' the Shotgun,
Let me see you do the Twine,
Let's see the Watusi,
And the Action too,
Now hang on, baby,
I'll do the sloopy with you.

Let's dance on,
Oh, baby, come on.
Let's dance on 'til the dawn,
Have fun 'til the music's all gone.

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I'll be true to you, yes I will
I'll be true to you, yes I will
I won't look twice when the other girls go by
I'll be true to you, yes I will

Somehow this time it's all so clear to me
The way to go is easy to see
My heart is sure you're the girl I'm waiting for
And I'll be true to you, yes I will
Yes I will!

I used to be the kind
Who said that every girl's the same
And love was just a game for having fun
But when I looked at you
I knew that I was wrong
And that I really could belong to only one

I'll be true to you, yes I will
Every dream that you have, I'll fulfill
I never promised this to anyone before
But I'll be true to you, yes I will

I'll be true to you, yes I will
Every dream that you have, I'll fulfill

I never promised this to anyone before
But I'll be true to you, yes I will
Yes I will, yes I will!

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I know that something very strange
Is happening to my brain.
I'm either feeling very good
Or else I am insane.
The seeds of doubt you planted
Have started to grow wild
And I feel that I must yield before
The wisdom of a child

And its love you bring,
No that I cant deny,
And with your wings,
I can learn to fly,
Sweet young thing.

People try to talk to me
Their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts
To try and bring me down..
Turned on to the sunset,
Like Ive never been before.
And I listen for your footsteps
As you knock upon the door.

And its love you bring,
No that I cant deny,
And with your wings,
I can learn to fly,
Sweet young thing.

And its love you bring,
With dreams of bluer skies
And all these things,
When I seem them in your eyes
Sweet young thing
Sweet young thing


. . .



You know my girl just called me up,
And she woke me from my sleep
(Zzzzzz)
You should have heard the things she said,
You know she hurt my feelings deep.

I'm going to buy me a dog,
A dog?
A dog.
Why?
Why, cause I need a friend now.
Babe, you need all the friends you can get, I'm telling you.
I'm gonna buy me a dog.
My girl, my girl don't love me no how.
Don't ruin my song, man.
It's the only song I have!
The song was already ruined before it was wrote.

She used to bring my newspaper,
You don't even know where it's at!
Cause she knew where it was at.
She used to keep me so contented.
But I can teach a dog to do that!

I'm gonna buy me a dog!
You can't teach dogs to do that, you can only train elephants.
Cause I need a friend now.
I need a friend now
Now
Yeah
I'm gonna buy me a dog,
A dog, here Rover, Fido, Spot
My girl, my girl don't love me no how.

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Hike!
Hike
Hike
I was late on that one.
I just got back from Africa, ya know, I was playing cards with the natives.
Oh, Zulus?
No, I usually won, haha.
I wish I had a glass of water.
Why, are you thirsty?
No, I want to see if my neck leaks.
I'd buy a raccoon but John already has one.
35 bucks.
Where do I come in? Here?

I'm gonna buy me a dog,
A dog,
A dog, umm yeah.
Cause I need a friend now
Yeah, yeah
Boop boop shebop bop ramalama
I'm gonna buy me a dog
My girl, my girl don't love me no how
How
How
How now brown cow?

I think I'm gonna buy me a dog,
yes sir.
I'm gonna buy me a dog,
If I was looking for a word to describe what I'm gonna buy
I think dog would be the word.
Would it be dog?
It would be dog.
Definitely dog.
It would come springing from my lips, dog
Boing, boing boing.
It would be springing!
Is that it, Tommy?
Can you turn it off please?
Can somebody open the door and let us out?
They're coming to take us away!
Ha ha, he he, ho ho.


. . .


By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart

I've been standing on the corner all day
Tryin' to think of little things to say
'Cause she walks by ev'ry day about this time
And I don't think, I'll ever get her off of my mind.

Well I only met her 'bout a week ago
But the way she smiles let me know
That she could see that maybe we were two of a kind.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.

Oh she's so pretty I couldn't believe
She'd ever look my way
But the way I'm feeling
I'm gonna be stealing
That little girl's heart today.

Well, I'm so happy I could almost fly
And I guess you know the reason why,
I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.

Oh she's so pretty I couldn't believe
She'd ever look my way
But the way I'm feeling
I'm gonna be stealing
That little girl's heart today.

Well, I'm so happy I could almost fly
And I guess you know the reason why,
I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.
And I don't think I'll ever get her off of my mind.

. . .


If you think I want the life you choose to live
I don't think I want the love you've got to give
If you think my goals could be so trivial and small
Then, I don't think you know me at all

Born between the covers of your fashion books
You think you can make it, girl, on just your looks
But you could never bring me up
Between us stands a wall
No, I don't think you know me at all

Believing in the promise painted in your smile
I've chased what I was running from, girl, all my life
I've known you a hundred times in memories I recall, but
I don't think you know me at all
I don't think you know me at all.

. . .


by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart
Here we come,
Walking down the street,
We get the funniest looks from
Everyone we meet.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We go wherever we want to,
Do what we like to do,
We don't have time to get restless,
There's always something new.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We're just trying to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation
And we've got something to say.
Oh...
Anytime,
Or anywhere,
Just look over your shoulder,
Guess who'll be standing there.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
SOLO
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around,
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We're just trying to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation
And we've got something to say.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees...
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees...
fade out...

. . .


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