No, Mary Ann (The Thing Of It Is, Unproduced, 1969) Lyrics

You thought it all would be pie.
No, Mary Ann.

Pink little birds in the sky.
No, Mary Ann.

Symphony orchestras reeling in glorious song. Nothing but beautiful feeling. Boy were you wrong.

Now you say life is a bore.
No, Mary Ann.

Dreary and gray and no more.
No, Mary Ann.

Say it's all pink; say it's all gray. that's to easy to think that's to easy to say. And I'm just a man, Mary Ann.

You thought it all would be pie.
No, Mary Ann.
Pink little birds in the sky.
No, Mary Ann.

Symphony orchestras reeling in glorious song. Nothing but beautiful feeling. Boy were you wrong.

Suddenly now it's all flat.
No, Mary Ann.

Dreary and gray and that's that.
No, Mary Ann.

Say it's all pink; say it's all gray. that's to easy to think that's to easy to say.

It's what you feel and that's the least of it. Make a meal. No, Make a feast of it!

Thing of it is I love you, Mary Ann!

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