Interpret:

Mamas & the Papas, The

Album:

The Mamas And The Papas

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 our 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...)