WE HAD TO BALL, US
I love she and you love he and you love me and why are we together?
Had a good run, we hit number one, see how we fly
Now crying
California dreaming, waitin' for the fans to come
Crooning Papa Denny, Monday bloody Monday
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your love grow strong
Face had some egg man, she never beg men
'We had to ball, us!' Go down the tube
By twelve-thirty pressmen sitting
Squirming Mamas, Papas in a row
See how they lie, like Mama Cass might fly, see how they're 'one'
It's dying, bye bye-ing
Papa John disgusted, tripping with a bloodshot eye
Mama Michelle dishwife, photogenic priestess
Boy you been a naughty girl, you let your husband down
Face had some egg, man, she never beg men
'We had to ball, us!' Go down the tube
Safe in Laurel Canyon garden, psychedelic sun
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From bravely singing under strain
It's such a neg, man, now coffee dreg men
'We had to ball, us!' Go down the tube, go down the tube
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Don't you think muck-raker laughs at you?
See how hits dried like Mohave sky
See how they tried
I'm sighing
Mama Cass is bleechered, fleeing from the hair-worn flower
Dream a little dream of singing midnight voyage
Man she should have lived, not kicking after London show
It was inev' man, they were high-rev then
'We had to ball, us'
Go down the tube, go down the tube
Goofed, goober tube, goob goober tube, goob
Papa John-pa, stick it in your arm, pa… etc. etc.
Beatles orig. on YT.