Lyrics - Calico Girlfriend Samba by Monkees

by
Michael
Nesmith
Mike:
I dunno...
CR:
This is twelve...
Mike: ...they don't smell like corn silk...
Everybody,
Samba!
Me and my calico girlfriend,
Starting a set of new rules,
Watching the stars as they drop in,
Making the nightime a fool.
Wandering over a roadway,
Changing the signs of the times,
Looking for love and a new day,
Seeing with more than our eyes.
SOLOKeeper of men and a shadow,
Follow us up to the top,
Taking a latch off the window,
Giving us more than we dropped.
Me and my calico girlfriend,
Suddenly stare at the face
Of time and its hope that we'll win
Then, softly, drop out of the race.
Steal away,
Oh, going back to
Rhode
Island,
Going way back up to
Rhode
Island,
Shaking maracas in
Rhode
Island,
Maybe go to
Providence,
Rhode
Island,
Dancing with a girl with fruit on her head in
Rhode
Island,
Rhode
Island,
Rhode
Island,
Rhode
Island,
Fruit on her head and cork wedgies across the floor,
Across the floor in
Rhode
Island,
I'm gonna be free in
Rhode
Island.fade out...

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