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Micky Dolenz Puts You to Sleep/Broadway Micky (Micky Dolenz) · Micky Dolenz Puts You to Sleep (Micky Dolenz) · Broadway Micky (Micky Dolenz) · Green Green Green Grass of Home (Ferlin Husky) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby, Baby, Baby (Mindy Carson) · Green, Green Grass of Home [Double Gold] (Tom Jones) · Green Green Grass of Home: The Best of Tom Jones (Tom Jones) · Green Green (The New Christy Minstrels) – and 90 other albums »


Written by: Words/Micky Braun, Moni Ackerman; Music/Micky Braun, Joseph Deeb


She said don?t waste my time I only got a little left and I

Want
turns out green
Maybe its all the scalyums, could be the celery
But oh, Uncle Jerome loves it (Hm)
Hey baby baby, here comes my favorite, my favorite
Standin' at the station when the train come by
Deep down in my heart, baby, feel an achin' pain
How long, oh, baby, how long?
Baby, how long,
her to school one day 
Which broke the teachers rule 
But what a time did they have 
That day at school. 

Tisket! Tasket! baby 
A green
really fly
With you by the green tree
We'll lie by the green tree
Green tree?
We're your company
We're your company
I'm a workin' woman
With a baby
also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you
I hear babies cry I watch them
hang it where it can be seen
If our baby's dead just show the red if she's better then show the green

In a little house by the railroad track
moonshine
Yeah we drink it from a fruit jar
With my little baby by my side

Well I don't much like walkin' 
But I love my Eldorado ride
I ain't never
to wonderAbout the clouds, about the hail and thunderAbout the
baby and it's umbilicalWhose pushin the pedals on the
season cycle?(Summer chased by
know the trees are green and the baby cries
From dust to dust, yet nothing dies
Yesterday's is rollin', can you touch it through the mist
Did you meet
it like a man
Oh please baby please baby
Don't leave me Mickey!

Oh Mickey what a pity you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take
Here it comes, Here it comes,
I can feel the hills exploding
Exploding gracefully
Burning up the freeway
Here it comes
Grass is green
Here it comes, here it comes,
I can feel the hills exploding
Exploding gracefully
Burning up the freeway
Here it comes
Grass is green
rougher 
To see success sometimes you gotta suffer 
I need a woman that's stronger than material needs 
And isn't motivated by green 
Dry my tear-drops
I want to go, I want to go
To the green fields with you, baby.
C'mon let's go, wo, wo, wo
Riding on a bicycle together.
We could ride forever.
I see trees of green, red roses too 
I see them bloom for me and you 
and I think to myself, what a wonderful world 
I see skies of blue
of the rooster 
The baby lay alone 
And the old cow in the green grass 
Shed white tears in the red hot sun 
And The Spotlight Kid stood under the moon that
Here it comes, Here it comes,
I can feel the hills exploding
Exploding gracefully
Burning up the freeway
Here it comes
Grass is green
Indifference is the coldest hand
It is the wave that clears the sand
Of castles built by baby hands
Before the gulls come in to land

Indifference is
also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I
also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love You

I hear babies cry, I watch
to wonder
About the clouds about the hail and thunder
'Bout the baby and its umbilical
Who's pushing the pedals on the season cycle?

Summer chased by Autumn
Season cycle moving round and round 
Pushing life up from a cold dead ground 
It's growing green 
It's growing green, well 
Darling don't you
where the lights are dim
Take you where the music's playing, baby
Little by little, I'm gonna help you forget about him

They got red lights and green
I might go to the studio and make a hit
I call my baby's moms, an hear her talk shit
I scoop, I ain't get my kids, niggaz please
We hit Toys 'are Rus