The Monkees — Kicking Stones

Kicking stones on an old dirt road feelin’ Dear-dejected and all alone When I looked up ahead I thought my mind I’d blown On a giant toad-stool sat a Teeny-tiny gnome He was all involved in a game of solitaire but Said “hello” with a smile, just like I wasn’t there I kicked the dirt some more and he said, “please don’t start a fight” Found a church-key in his pocket and he opened up his pipe He blew some silver circles Wound his fingers in his beard And from that pipe came magic music Like I’d never heard As the notes came floating in, I picked up both my ears I walked into a drive-in, hadn’t felt so starved in years A rabbit waiter took my order and quickly disappeared He said, “the parties over, please come back in a thousand years”