Creeque Alley

by The Mamas and the Papas
found online at: http://everything2.com/title/Creeque+Alley
based on: www.creequealley.com (no longer available)

Creeque Alley was released in 1967 and tells the story of the formation of The Mamas and The Papas. This analysis is the result of much painstaking research (by author Richard Thorpe ) some guesswork and a lot of help from many people who have written to (Richard) to add some new spin to a line or two. It continued to evolve until 2002 when the website was last updated. It's preserved here with Mr. Thorpe's kind permission and what a wonderful read it is.

John and Mitchie were gettin' kinda itchy just to leave the folk music behind.

Zal 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 passed the hat

McGuinn and McGuire just are gettin' higher
in L.A. you know where that's at

And no one's getting fat except Mama Cass.

Zallie said 'Denny, you know there aren't many
who can sing a song the way that you do' (Let's go South)

Denny said 'Zallie, golly, don't you think that I wish
I could play guitar like you'

Zal, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl)

And after every number they passed the hat
McGuinn and McGuire still are gettin' higher
in L.A. you know where that's at
And no one's getting fat except Mama Cass.

When Cass was a Sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore,
But she changed her mind one day

Standing on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike,
Take her to New York right away

When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps

Call John and Zal, and that was the Mugwumps

McGuinn and McGuire couldn't get no higher
but that's what they were aiming at
And no one's getting fat except Mama Cass.

Mugwumps, hi-jumps, low slumps, big bumps,
don't you work as hard as you play
Drink-up, break-up, everything is shake-up
Guess it had to be that way

Michelle, John and Denny gettin' very tuneful

McGuinn and McGuire just are catchin' fire
in L.A. you know where that's at

And everybody's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.

Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted,
and Mitchie 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 card

Tents, low rents, and keepin' out the heat's hard
Duffy's good vibrations, and our imaginations,
can't go on indefinitely

And California Dreaming is becoming a reality.

Source

CREEQUE ALLEY BY THE MAMAS AND THE PAPAS:
www.creequealley.com (no longer available)