The Monkees Greatest Hits (1976)

Side 1

  1. “(Theme From) The Monkees” (Boyce, Hart)
  2. “Last Train to Clarksville” (Boyce, Hart)
  3. “She” (Boyce, Hart)
  4. “Daydream Believer” (Stewart)
  5. “Listen to the Band” (Nesmith)
  6. “A Little Bit Me, a Little Bit You” (Diamond)

Side 2

  1. “I’m a Believer” (Diamond)
  2. “I Wanna Be Free” (Boyce, Hart)
  3. “Pleasant Valley Sunday” (Goffin, King)
  4. “(I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone” (Boyce, Hart)
  5. “Shades of Gray” (Mann, Weil)

Here we come
Walkin’ down the street
We get the funniest looks from
Everyone we meet

Hey, hey, we’re The Monkees
And people say we monkey around
But we’re too busy singin’
To put anybody down

We go wherever we want to
Do what we like to do
We don’t have time to get restless
There’s always something new

Hey, hey, we’re The Monkees
And people say we monkey around
But we’re too busy singin’
To put anybody down

We’re just tryin’ to be friendly
Come and watch us sing and play
We’re the young generation
And we’ve got something to say, ah

Any time
Or anywhere
Just look over your shoulder
Guess who’ll be standin’ there

Hey, hey, we’re The Monkees
And people say we monkey around
But we’re too busy singin’
To put anybody down

[break]
Waaah!
One time!

Hey, hey, we’re The Monkees
And people say we monkey around
But we’re too busy singin’
To put anybody down

We’re just tryin’ to be friendly
Come and watch us sing and play
We’re the young generation
And we’ve got something to say
Hey, hey, we’re The Monkees
Hey, hey, we’re The Monkees


Take the last train to Clarksville
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty
’Cause I’ve made your reservation
Don’t be slow
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

’Cause I’m leaving in the morning
And I must see you again
We’ll have one more night together (Train)
’Til the morning brings my train
And I must go
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
I’ll be waiting at the station (Train)
We’ll have time for coffee-flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation, oh
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

Di-di di-di di-di di-di
Di-di di-di di-di di-di
Di-di di-di di-di di-di di

Di-di di-di di-di di-di
Di-di di-di di-di di-di
Di-di di-di di-di di-di di

Take the last train to Clarksville
Now I must hang up the phone
I can’t hear you in this
Noisy railroad station all alone
I’m feelin’ low
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home
Oh

(Ah)

Take the last train to Clarksville
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty (Train)
’Cause I’ve made your reservation
Don’t be slow
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home

Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)
Take the last train to Clarksville (Train)


(She) She told me that she loved me
And like a fool, I believed her from the start
(She) She said she’d never hurt me
But then she turned around and broke my heart

(Ohh) Why am I standing here
Missing her and wishing she were here?
(Hey!) She only did me wrong
(Hey!) I’m better off alone

(She) She devoured all my sweet love
Took all I had, and then she fed me dirt
(She) She laughed when I was cryin’
It was such a joke to see the way it hurt

(Ohh) Why am I standing here
Missing her and wishing she were here?
(Hey!) She only did me wrong
(Hey!) I’m better off alone

And now I know just why she
Keeps me hangin’ ’round (Hangin’ ’round)
She needs someone to walk on
So her feet don’t touch the ground (Don’t touch the ground)
But I love her (Love her)
I need her (Need her)
I want her (Want her)
Yeah! (Yeah!)
Yeah! (Yeah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
She, ah

[break]

(Ohh) Why am I standing here
Missing her and wishing she were here?
(Hey!) She only did me wrong now
(Hey!) I’m better off alone

(She) Why am I missing her?
(She) I should be kissing her
(She) Why am I missing her?
(She) I should be kissing her


Chip: 7A.
Davy: What number is this, Chip?
All: 7A!
Davy: Okay, don’t mean it, don’t get excited, man. It’s ’cause I’m short, I know.

Oh, I could hide ’neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o’clock alarm would never ring
But six rings, and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shaving razor’s cold, and it stings

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Whoa, and our good times starts and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much, baby, do we really need?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

[break]

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?…


Hey, hey, mercy woman
Plays a song and no one listens
I need help, I’m falling again

Play the drum a little louder
Tell me I can live without her
If I only listen to the band
Listen to the band

Weren’t they good?
They made me happy
I think I can make it alone

Oh, mercy woman
Plays a song and no one listens
I need help, I’m falling again

Play the drum a little bit louder
Tell them they can live without her
If they only listen to the band
Listen to the band

Now weren’t they good?
They made me happy
I think I can make it alone

Ohh, woman
Plays a song and no one listens
I need help, I’m falling again

C’mon, play the drums just a little bit louder
Tell us we can live without her
Now that we have listened to the band

Listen to the band


Walk out, girl, don’t you walk out
We’ve got things to say
Talk out, let’s have it talked out
And things’ll be okay

Girl, I don’t want to fight
I’m a little bit wrong
You’re a little bit right
I said girl, you know that it’s true
It’s a little bit me
It’s a little bit you, too

Don’t know just what I said wrong
But girl, I apologize
Don’t go, here’s where you belong
So wipe the tears from your eyes

Girl, I don’t want to fight
I’m a little bit wrong
You’re a little bit right
I said girl, you know that it’s true
It’s a little bit me
And it’s a little bit you, too

[break]

Oh girl, I don’t want to fight
I’m a little bit wrong
And you’re a little bit right
And I said girl, you know that it’s true
It’s a little bit me
And it’s a little bit you, too

It’s a little bit me
It’s a little bit you
Girl, I’m gone, no no no no no
Girl, I’m gone, no no no no no
Hey, girl!
Hey, girl!
Please don’t go
Please don’t go


I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
Love was out to get me (Di di-di, di-di)
That’s the way it seemed (Di di-di, di-di)
Disappointment haunted all my dreams

Then I saw her face
Now I’m a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I’m in love
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

I thought love was more or less a givin’ thing
Seems the more I gave, the less I got
What’s the use in tryin’? (Di di-di, di-di)
All you get is pain (Di di-di, di-di)
When I needed sunshine, I got rain

Then I saw her face
Now I’m a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I’m in love
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried, ah

[break]

Oh, love was out to get me
Now, that’s the way it seemed
Disappointment haunted all my dreams

Then I saw her face
Now I’m a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I’m in love
I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave her if I tried

Yes, I saw her face
Now I’m a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
Said I’m a believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m a believer)
Said I’m a believer, yeah (I’m a believer)
Said I’m a believer, yeah


I wanna be free
Like the bluebirds flying by me
Like the waves out on the blue sea
If your love has to tie me
Don’t try me
Say goodbye

I wanna be free
Don’t say you love me, say you like me
But when I need you beside me
Stay close enough to guide me
Confide in me
Whoa, whoa

I wanna hold your hand
Walk along the sand
Laughing in the sun
Always having fun
Doing all those things
Without any strings
To tie me down

I wanna be free
Like the warm September wind, babe
Say you’ll always be my friend, babe
We can make it to the end, babe
Again, babe, I’ve gotta say
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be free


The local rock group down the street
Is trying hard to learn their song
They serenade the weekend squire
Who just came out to mow his lawn

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Sunday)
Charcoal burnin’ everywhere
Rows of houses that are all the same
And no one seems to care

See Mrs. Gray, she’s proud today
Because her roses are in bloom
And Mr. Green, he’s so serene
He’s got a T.V. in every room

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Sunday)
Here in status symbol land
Mothers complain about how hard life is
And the kids just don’t understand

Creature comfort goals
They only numb my soul
And make it hard for me to see (Ahh)
My thoughts all seem to stray
To places far away
I need a change of scenery

Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta ta
Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta taa
Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta ta
Ta ta-ta ta, ta ta-ta taa

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Sunday)
Charcoal burnin’ everywhere
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Ah, Pleasant Valley Sunday)
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Ah, Pleasant Valley Sunday)
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Ah, Pleasant Valley Sunday)
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Ah, Pleasant Valley Sunday)
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Ah, Pleasant Valley Sunday)
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (Ah, Pleasant Valley Sunday)


I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone

You’re tryin’ to make your mark in society
You’re usin’ all the tricks that you used on me
You’re readin’ all them high-fashion magazines
The clothes you’re wearin’, girl, are causin’ public scenes

I said I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No!)
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone

I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No!)

When I first met you, girl, you didn’t have no shoes
But now you’re walkin’ ’round like you’re front page news
You’ve been awful careful ’bout the friends you choose
But you won’t find my name in your book of Who’s Who

I said I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No, girl, not me!)
I, I, I, I, I’m not your steppin’ stone (No!)
Not your steppin’ stone
I’m not your steppin’ stone

Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
No, I, girl, I’m not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone
Not your steppin’ stone


When the world and I were young, just yesterday
Life was such a simple game a child could play

It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along

But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray

I remember when the answers seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear

It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise

But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray

[break]

It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care

But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
Only shades of gray


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  6. The Monkees: The Day-by-Day Story of the ’60s TV Pop Sensation (2005), Andrew Sandoval, p. 292.
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