Monkees Teeny Tiny Gnome
by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart
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Kicking stones on an old, dirt road,
Feeling dear-dejected and all alone,
When I looked up ahead and thought my mind, I'd blown,
On a giant toadstool sat a teeny, tiny gnome.
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He was all involved in a game of solitaire,
Said hello with a smile, just like I wasn't there,
I kicked the dirt some more, he said, "Please don't start a fight,"
Found a church-key in his pocket, he opened up his pipe.
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He blew some silver circles,
Wound his fingers in his beard,
And from that pipe came magic music
Like I'd never heard.
SOLO
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As the notes came floating in, I picked up both my ears,
I walked into a drive-in, hadn't felt so starved in years,
A rabbit waiter took the order and quickly disappeared,
He said "The party's over, please come back in a thousand years."
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fade out...
