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  • 作词 : John Phillips/Michelle Phillips
    作曲 : John Phillips/Michelle Phillips
    Lyrics:John Phillips/Gilliam
    Music:John Phillips/Gilliam
    John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy
    Just to leave the folk music behind
    Zol 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
    Zolly said 'Denny, you know there aren't many'
    'Who can sing a song the way that you do, let's go south'
    Denny said 'Zolly, golly, don't you think that I wish'
    'I could play guitar like you'
    Zol, 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 Zol 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 Zol 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
    Di-di-di-dit dit dit di-di-di-dit, who-o-oa
    *flute
    Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted
    And Mitchy 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
    It's 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
  • 作词 : John Phillips/Michelle Phillips
    作曲 : John Phillips/Michelle Phillips
    Lyrics:John Phillips/Gilliam
    Music:John Phillips/Gilliam
    John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy
    Just to leave the folk music behind
    Zol 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
    Zolly said 'Denny, you know there aren't many'
    'Who can sing a song the way that you do, let's go south'
    Denny said 'Zolly, golly, don't you think that I wish'
    'I could play guitar like you'
    Zol, 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 Zol 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 Zol 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
    Di-di-di-dit dit dit di-di-di-dit, who-o-oa
    *flute
    Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted
    And Mitchy 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
    It's 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