by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart
In every little town and village, too,
Somewhere in the neighborhood,
You'll find a little band of ladies who
Can't stop doing good.
Good, for the pigeons in the park,
Good, for their weekly tea,
Good, for the National Bank
Where they keep their treasury.
We're the "Ladies Aid Society"
And we're really a great bunch of girls,
We're the "Ladies Aid Society"
And soon we'll take over the world.
Here they come, marching down the street,
With their picket signs in hand,
With their blue and white pleated uniforms,
And their all-girl five-piece band.
Down with long-haired singing groups,
Down with the mayor, too,
And if you're under sixty-five,
They're down on you.
We're the "Ladies Aid Society"
And we just want to sell you the truth,
We're the "Ladies Aid Society"
And it's time we clamp down on the youth.
We're the "Ladies Aid Society"
And we're really a great bunch of girls,
We're the "Ladies Aid Society"
And soon we'll take over the world.
We're the "Ladies Aid Society"
And we just want to sell you the truth,
We're the "Ladies Aid Society"
And it's time we clamp down on the youth.
fade out...