The Mamas & the Papas Follow

I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep

All black from head to foot

From climbing in them chimneys

And cleaning out that soot.

With a broom and ladder and pail,

The darkened walls I scale---

And far..and high...I see a patch of sky.

I'd rather be the gypsy

(I'd rather be the gypsy)

Whose camped at the edge of town---

(Camped at the edge of town)

The one who has the dancing bear

That follows him around.

And he lifts his big foot up;

He puts his big foot down

And bows...and twirls...

And dances 'round and 'round.

I found I was a cabin boy last night as I did dream---

Bound upon a magic ship for a land I'd never seen.

And the moon she filled our sails;

And the stars they steered out course;

And on our bow there was a golden horse.

The queen eats fruit and candy; the bishop nuts and cheese

And when I am a grown man, I'll taste just what I please---

The honey from the bee, the shellfish from the sea,

The earth, the wind, a girl, someone to share these things with me.

I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep, etc...

(I'd rather be the gypsy, etc...)

(I dreamed I was a cabin boy, etc...)