On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Circa sixty one, Mary waiting tables at Cafe Wha
Paul at The Gaslight playing guitar
Peter got 'em going, made 'em a band
Mary sang, where have all the flowers gone
Lemon Trees and Hammers, all rang out on fourteen forty-nine
Later they played Dylan songs, and they all became stars: wha, wha, wha
On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Blowin' in the wind at the Black Fat Pussy Cat
Some time after getting the sack
Writing tunes the world would know, it doesn't get much better than that
Smiling out a window on Washington Square, from some crummy room
Stepping out down Minetta lane with a new girl called Joan: wo, wo, wo
On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Let me take you now back, to nineteen sixty four
Sound of Silence knocked on our door
They don't make songs like that any more It's the music I adore
Hiding in my room looking down, on Minetta Lane
Paul and Art laugh out loud for the times they are a changed: yeah, yeah, yeah
On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Hendrix Sixty six, The Boss in sixty seven
Messed around with Jim, saw Tiny Tim on Minetta Lane
Cut through to Bleecker Street, down to Jones
Up West 4th, I was nearly home
Along MacDougal we are getting there, tell me where - Minetta
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times, yeah Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times, yeah Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times, yeah
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On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Circa sixty one, Mary waiting tables at Cafe Wha
Paul at The Gaslight playing guitar
Peter got 'em going, made 'em a band
Mary sang, where have all the flowers gone
Lemon Trees and Hammers, all rang out on fourteen forty-nine
Later they played Dylan songs, and they all became stars: wha, wha, wha
On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Blowin' in the wind at the Black Fat Pussy Cat
Some time after getting the sack
Writing tunes the world would know, it doesn't get much better than that
Smiling out a window on Washington Square, from some crummy room
Stepping out down Minetta lane with a new girl called Joan: wo, wo, wo
On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Let me take you now back, to nineteen sixty four
Sound of Silence knocked on our door
They don't make songs like that any more It's the music I adore
Hiding in my room looking down, on Minetta Lane
Paul and Art laugh out loud for the times they are a changed: yeah, yeah, yeah
On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Hendrix Sixty six, The Boss in sixty seven
Messed around with Jim, saw Tiny Tim on Minetta Lane
Cut through to Bleecker Street, down to Jones
Up West 4th, I was nearly home
Along MacDougal we are getting there, tell me where - Minetta
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times, yeah Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times, yeah Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Circa sixty one, Mary waiting tables at Cafe Wha
Paul at The Gaslight playing guitar
Peter got 'em going, made 'em a band
Mary sang, where have all the flowers gone
Lemon Trees and Hammers, all rang out on fourteen forty-nine
Later they played Dylan songs, and they all became stars: wha, wha, wha
On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Blowin' in the wind at the Black Fat Pussy Cat
Some time after getting the sack
Writing tunes the world would know, it doesn't get much better than that
Smiling out a window on Washington Square, from some crummy room
Stepping out down Minetta lane with a new girl called Joan: wo, wo, wo
On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Let me take you now back, to nineteen sixty four
Sound of Silence knocked on our door
They don't make songs like that any more It's the music I adore
Hiding in my room looking down, on Minetta Lane
Paul and Art laugh out loud for the times they are a changed: yeah, yeah, yeah
On Minetta Lane
Those were the good times, the good times, on Minetta Lane
Hendrix Sixty six, The Boss in sixty seven
Messed around with Jim, saw Tiny Tim on Minetta Lane
Cut through to Bleecker Street, down to Jones
Up West 4th, I was nearly home
Along MacDougal we are getting there, tell me where - Minetta
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times, yeah Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times, yeah Those were the good times, yeah
Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times
Those were the good times Those were the good times, yeah