The Monkees — Calico Girlfriend Samba

(I dunno, but it don't smell like corn silk) Everybody samba Me and my calico girlfriend Starting a set of new rules Watching the stars as they drop in Making the night time a fool Wandering over a roadway Changing the signs of the times Looking for love and a new day Seeing with more than our eyes Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Keeper of men and of shadows Follow us up to the top Taking the latch off the window Giving us more than we've dropped Me and my calico girlfriend Suddenly stare at the face Of time and its hopes that we'll win Then softly drop out of the race Ya-da-da-na-na-na-na da-dum Steal away Oh, goin' back to Rhode Island Going way back, back to Rhode Island Shaking maracas in Rhode Island Maybe go to Providence, Rhode Island Dancing with a girl with fruit on her head in Rhode Island Rhode Island, Rhode Island, Rhode Island Fruit on her head and cork wedgies Across the floor Across the floor in Rhode Island I'm gonna be playing Rhode Island