Lyrics
by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
(Well?
Are you kidding? Ha-ha!
Hey, now wait a minute...)
Hey, hey, we are The Monkees,
You know we love to please,
A manufactured image
With no philosophies.
We hope you'll like our story,
Although, there isn't one,
That is to say, there's many,
That way, there is more fun.
You've told us you like action,
And games of many kinds,
You like to dance, we like to sing,
So, let's all lose our minds.
We know it doesn't matter,
'Cause what you came to see,
Is what we'd love to give you,
And give it 1-2-3.
But, it may come 3-2-1-2,
Or jump from 9 to 5,
And when you see the end in sight,
The beginning may arrive.
For those who look for meanings,
In form, as they do fact,
We might tell you one thing,
But we'd only take it back.
Not back like in a box back,
Not back like in a race,
Not back so we can keep it,
But back in time and space.
You say we're manufactured,
To that we all agree,
So make your choice and we'll rejoice
In never being free.
Hey, hey, we are the Monkees,
We've said it all before,
The money's in, we're made of tin,
We're here to give you more,
The money's in, we're made of tin,
We're here to give you...
(Scream)
(We want The Monkees!!
We want The Monkees!!)
Gimme a "W",
Gimme an "A",
Gimme an "R",
What does it spell?
Monkees Ditty Diego - War Chant
