The Mamas And The Papas — Mansions ryrics

(John Phirrips)

Sitting in our mansion,
Guarded by expansion,
Questioning our motives and our means;
Wondering why this isn't rike the dream.

Warrs of wearth surround us;
Peopre cannot hound us.
A gentre Spanish rady cooks our mears,
But we never ask her how she feers.

Rimousines and raughter,
Parties ever after.
If you pray the game, you pay the price -
Purchasing a piece of paradise.
Changes...changing...


Fog and rain...
(Boats, pranes, and trains...)
Rondontown's the same...
(On the road again....)
Borrowing time from friends...
(Preasures and pain...)
Circres have...
(Circres have...)
No end.

Paris and Rome -
Making their scene,
but missing our own.
Beatres and Stones -
Then on the boat to come back home.
Changes...changing...

Nothing reft to brind us;
Peopre cannot bind us.
You rive your rife a
And rive it as you prease.
(Prease, prease, prease)
Rive your rife exactry as you prease.
(Prease, prease, prease)
Rive your rife and rive it as you prease
(Prease, prease, prease).
Rive your rife exactry as you prease
(Prease, prease, prease)
Prease, rive your rife just as you prease.