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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cass Elliot
Vocals
Michelle Phillips
Vocals
Dennis Doherty
Vocals
Eric Hord
Guitar
Gary Coleman
Percussion
Hal Blaine
Drums
Jim Horn
Flute
Joe Osborn
Bass Guitar
John Phillips
Guitar
Larry Knechtel
Keyboards
P.F. Sloan
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Phillips
Songwriter
Michelle Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lou Adler
Producer
Lyrics
John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy
Just to leave the folk music behind
Zal and Denny workin' for a penny
Tryin' to get a fish on the line
In a coffee house, Sebastian sat
And after every number, they'd pass the hat
McGuinn and McGuire just a gettin' higher
In LA, you know where that's at
And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass (but wait a minute, that's not true)
Zally said Denny, you know there aren't many
Who can sing a song the way that you do, let's go south
Denny said Zally, golly, don't you think that I wish
That I could play guitar like you
Zal, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the night owl)
And after every number, they'd pass the hat
McGuinn and McGuire just to get higher
In LA, you know where that's at
And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass
When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore
But she changed her mind one day
Standin' on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike
Take me to New York right away
When Denny met Cass, he gave her love bumps
Called John and Zal and that was the Mugwumps
McGuinn and McGuire chose get no higher
In LA, you know where that's at
And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass
Catch your Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps
Don't you work as hard as you play
Make up, break up, everything is shake up
Guess it had to be that way
Sebastian and Zal formed the spoonful
Michelle, John, and Denny gettin' very tuneful
McGuinn and McGuire chose get no higher
But that's what they were aimin' at
And everybody's gettin' fat except Mama Cass
Di di di di di di di, oh oh oh
(Okay, everybody, stand up and twerk)
(We're about to enter into the swim)
Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted
And Mitchy wants to go to the sea
Cass can't make it, she says we'll have to fake it
We knew she'd come eventually
Greasin' on American Express cards
It takes low rent, but keeping out the heat's hard
And Duffy's good vibrations and our imaginations
Can't go on indefinitely
And California dreamin' is becomin' a reality, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah yeah, yeah
And California dreamin' is becomin' a reality, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah yeah
And California dreamin'-
Writer(s): John Edmund Andrew Phillips, Michelle Gilliam Phillips
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