Monkees Teeny Tiny Gnome
by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da, Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da. 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. Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da, Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da. 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. Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da, Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da. He blew some silver circles, Wound his fingers in his beard, And from that pipe came magic music Like I'd never heard. SOLO Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da, Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da. 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." Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da, Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da, Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da, Dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-da-dit-dit-da. fade out...
