The Monkees — Don’t Call on Me

[Intro, Spoken:] 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 feelin' 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 Ah Okay, little girl Live for yourself in your own little world I know that you'll find Someone who'll play at love, he'll be just your kind Be just your kind Be just your kind Be just your kind