Intro: 
 
	(12-string {4X; drums and bass enter 4th time}): 
 
	B7 
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Verse 1: 
 
	 B7 
	John and Mitchie were gettin' kind of itchy 
	Just to leave the folk music behind 
	E7 
	Zal and Denny workin' for a penny 
	 B7 
	Tryin' to get a fish on the line 
	      F#7 
	In a coffee house Sebastian sat 
	     E7 
	And after every number they'd pass the hat 
	    B7 
	McGuinn and McGuire just a-gettin' higher 
	                               E7 
	In L.A., you know where that's at 
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	And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass 
 
Verse 2: 
 
	Zally said "Denny, you know there aren't many 
	Who can sing a song the way that you do, let's go south" 
	Denny said "Zally, golly, don't you think that I wish 
	I could play guitar like you" 
	Zal, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl) 
	And after every number they'd pass the hat 
	McGuinn and McGuire still a-gettin higher 
	In L.A., you know where that's at 
	And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass 
 
Verse 3: 
 
	When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore 
	But she changed her mind one day 
	Standin' on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike 
	"Take me to New York right away" 
	When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps 
	Called John and Zal and that was the Mugwumps 
	McGuinn and McGuire couldn't get no higher 
	But that's what they were aimin' at 
	And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass 
 
Verse 4: 
 
	Mugwumps, high jumps, slow slumps, big bumps 
	Don't you work as hard as you play 
	Make up, break up, everything is shake up 
	Guess it had to be that way 
	Sebastian and Zal formed the Spoonful 
	Michelle, John, and Denny gettin' very tuneful 
	McGuinn and McGuire just a-catchin' fire 
	In L.A., you know where that's at 
	And everybody's gettin' fat except Mama Cass 
 
Instrumental break: 
 
	(flute solo over verse chords {might be edited on 45}) 
 
Verse 5: 
 
	Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted 
	And Mitchie wants to go to the sea 
	Cass can't make it, she says we'll have to fake it 
	We knew she'd come eventually 
	Greasin' on American Express cards 
	Tent's low rent, but keeping out the heat's hard 
	Duffy's good vibrations and our imaginations 
	Can't go on indefinitely 
	And California dreamin' is becomin' a reality 
 
Coda: 
 
	(flute solo): 
 
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