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...)