Si vous allez à San Francisco. Vous y verrez des gens que j'aime bien. Tous les hippies de San Francisco. Vous donneront tout ce qu'ils ont pour rien.
Monday, Monday, so good to me. Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be. But Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee. That Monday evening you would still be here with me.
Words of love, so soft and tender,. Won't win a girlæ?¯ heart anymore.. If you love her,then you must send her. Somewhere where she's never been before..
If you're going to San Francisco. Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. If you're going to San Francisco. You're gonna meet some gentle people there.
If you're going to San Francisco. Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. If you're going to San Francisco. You're gonna meet some gentle people there.
If you're going to San Francisco. Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. If you're going to San Francisco. You're gonna meet some gentle people there.
Words of love, so soft and tender. Won't win a girls heart anymore. If you love her then you must send her. Somewhere where she's never been before. Worn out phrases and longing gazes.
I used to live in New York City. Everything there was dark and dirty. Outside my window was a steeple. With a clock that always said twelve thirty. . Young girls are coming to the canyon.
I used to live in New York City. Everything there was dark and dirty. Outside my window was a steeple. With a clock that always said twelve thirty. . Young girls are coming to the canyon.
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.
Safe in my garden. An ancient flower blooms. And the scent from its nature. Slowly squares my room. And its perfume being such. That it's causing me to swoon.
Not in my arms, but on my mind. Yes, on my mind, but not in my arms. Time passes by. And I watch her fly. Yes, I watch her fly. And time passes by. . Though it's hard for me.
Bah da bah da da da. Bah da bah da da da. Bah da bah da da da. . Monday, Monday, so good to me. Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be. Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee.
And the rain beats on my roof. And it does not ask for proof. . It's not that lovers are unkind. She always said there'd come a time. When one would leave and one stay behind.
You gotta go where you want to go. Do what you want to do. With whoever you want to do it with. . You gotta go where you want to go. Do what you want to do.
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.