| Well?
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| Are you kidding? |
| ha ha!
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| Hey, now, wait a minute!
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| Hey, hey, we are the monkees
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| You know we love to please
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| A manufactured image
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| With no philosophies
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| We hope you like our story
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| Although there isn’t one
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| That is to say, there’s many
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| That way there is more fun
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| You told us you like action
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| And games of many kinds
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| You like to dance, we like to sing
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| So let’s all lose our minds
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| We know it doesn’t matter
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| 'cause what you came to see
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| Is what we’d love to give you
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| And give it one, two, three
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| But it may come three, two, one, two
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| Or jump from nine to five
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| And when you see the end in sight
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| The beginning may arrive
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| For those who look for meanings
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| In form as they do fact
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| We might tell you one thing
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| But we’d only take it back
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| Not back like in a box, back
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| Not back like in a race
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| Not back so we can keep it
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| But back in time and space
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| You say we’re manufactured
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| To that we all agree
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| So make your choice and we’ll rejoice
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| In never being free
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| Hey, hey, we are the monkees
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| We’ve said it all before
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| The money’s in, we’re made of tin
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| We’re here to give you more
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| We want the monkees
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| Give me a «w»
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| Give me an «a»
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| Give me an «r»
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| What does it spell? |