Creeque Alley

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Chords and lyrics for Creeque Alley by Mamas And The Papas

G 
John and Mitchy were gettin’ kind of itchy
 
Just to leave the folk music be
G7 
hind.
C 
Zal and Denny workin’ for a penny,
G 
Tryin’ to get a fish on the line.
 
In a  
D 
coffee house Sebastian sat,
 
And  
C 
after every number they’d pass the hat.
G 
McGuinn and McGuire just a-gettin’ higher in L.A.,
 
You know where that’s  
C 
at.
 
And no one’s gettin’  
A# 
fat except Mama
G 
Cass.
 
G 
Zally said, “Denny, you know there aren’t many,
 
who can sing a song the way that you  
G7 
do.”
C 
Denny said, “Zally, golly, don’t you think that I wish,
G 
I could play guitar like you.”
 
In a  
D 
coffee house they all sat..
 
And  
C 
after every number they’d pass the hat.
G 
McGuinn and McGuire still a-gettin higher in L.A.,
 
you know where that’s  
C 
at.
 
And no one’s gettin’  
A# 
fat except Mama
G 
Cass.
 
G 
When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swathmore,
 
But she changed her mind one  
G7 
day.
C 
Standin’ on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike,
 
G 
Take me to New York right away.”
 
When  
D 
Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps..
C 
called John and Zal and that was the Mugwumps.
G 
McGuinn and McGuire couldn’t get no higher,
 
but that’s what they were aimin’  
C 
at.
 
And no one’s gettin’  
A# 
fat except Mama
G 
Cass.
 
G 
Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps..
 
Don’t you work as hard as you  
G7 
play.
C 
Make up, break up, everything is shake up..
G 
Guess it had to be that way.
D 
Sebastian and Zal formed the Spoonful..
C 
Michelle, John, and Denny gettin’ very tuneful.
G 
McGuinn and McGuire just a-catchin’ fire in L.A.,
 
You know where that’s  
C 
at.
 
And everybody’s gettin’  
A# 
fat except Mama
G 
Cass.
 
G 
Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can’t be trusted,
 
And Mitchy wants to go to the  
G7 
sea.
C 
Cass can’t make it..she says we’ll have to fake it..
 
We  
G 
knew she’d come eventually.
D 
Keepin’ on the American Express card..
C 
tent’s low rent, but keeping out the heat’s hard.
G 
Duffy’s good vibrations and our imaginations,
 
Can’t go on indefinite
C 
ly.
 
And California dreamin’ is  
A# 
becomin’ a real
G 
ity…

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