Maybe baby, I’ll have you,
Maybe baby, you’ll be true,
Maybe baby, I’ll have you for me (all for me)…
Hey, I just met you and this is crazy
But here’s my number, so call me maybe
It’s hard to look right at you baby
But here’s my number, so call me maybe
I’ve been waiting, standing here so patiently,
For you to come over and have this dance with me,
And my number is Beechwood 4-5789,
You can call me up and have a date, any old time.
Jenny Jenny who can I turn to (eight six seven five three oh nine)
For the price of a dime I can always turn to you (eight six seven five three oh nine)
Hey mister, have you got a dime?
Mister, do you want to spend some time, oh yeah
I got what you want, you got what I need
I’ll be your baby, come and spend it on me
Hey mister, I’ll spend some time with you
With you, you got it, with you
Bad girls, they’re just bad girls
Sayin’ hey mister, take a chance,
It only costs you a dime a dance,
And if you’re lookin’ for romance,
I’ll be nice to you.
Hey mister, it’s so cold,
When you don’t have someone to hold,
I’ll do anything I’m told to do,
Baby, I want you.
I really can’t stay (Baby, it’s cold outside)
I’ve got to go away (But, I can call you a ride)
This evening has been (I’m so glad that you dropped in)
So very nice (Time spent with you is paradise)
My momma will start to worry (I’ll call the car and tell him to hurry)
My daddy will be pacing the floor (Wait, what are you still livin’ home for?)
So, really, I’d better scurry (Your driver, his name is Murray)
But maybe just a half a drink more (Oh, we’re both adults, so who’s keepin’ score?)
Murray’s in the back seat
Playing his guitar
Murray’s in the back seat
Of the Big Red Car
Your boyfriend’s gotta big red car
Got a compact disc, got a VCR
I can’t do no disco dance
But I can sure love you baby
if you give me a chance
Here they come,
The boys in the bright white sports car,
Waving their arms in the air.
Who do they think they are?
And where did they get that car?
Here we come
Walkin’ 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
Don’t you know when you’re going to shock the monkey
Fox the fox
Rat the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can’t take any more
Darling, don’t you monkey with the monkey, hey
Well, they gotta pet monkey
He likes to get drunky
And sing boogie woogie
And it sounds real funky
Come on, yo’ time, boy
Sing one monkey
Here we go
Let’s hear it for the monkey!
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way,
He had a boogie style that no one else could play,
He was the top man at his craft–
But then his number came up, and he was gone with the draft.
He’s in the army now, a-blowin’ reveille,
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.
This is the Army, Mister Jones
No private rooms or telephones
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won’t have it there any more
Me and Mrs. Jones
We got a thing goin’on
We both know that it’s wrong
But it’s much too strong
To let it go now
We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty and no one knows she’ll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the juke box plays our favorite songs
Prop me up beside the jukebox
If I die,
I wanna go to heaven, but I don’t wanna go tonight,
Set me up with a mannequin, remember I like blonds
I’ll be the life of the party, even we I’m gone…
I never read it in a book,
I never saw it on a show,
But I heard it in the alley,
On a weird radio.
If you want a drink of water,
You got to get it from a well.
If you want to get to heaven,
You got to raise a little hell.
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant.
Whoa I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for yourself
I never told a soul just how I’ve been feeling over you
But they said it really loud, they said it on the air
On the radio
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time, one time)
Singing my life with his words (two times, two times)
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song