Don’t Call on Me Songtext
von The Monkees

Thankyou
Oh my God
Where are you from
Ah yeah, right, lovely
This is an act, right
And now from the elegant pump room of the magnificent Palmer house high over Chicago, asking that musical question?

Don′t call on me
When you're feeling footloose and fancy free
You′ve done that before
And like a fool I came back for more


It's all over now
I've finally seen my way
I need you no more
Not now or any other day

Okay little girl
Live for yourself in your own little world
I know that you′ll find
Someone who′ll play and love you, be just your kind

Be just your kind
Be just your kind
Be just your kind

Cheque please, Cheque please, Waiter
Yeah, okay
Yeah, it's good seeing you again