monkees, the
what am i doing hanging 'round?
just a loud mouth yankee i went down to mexico. i didn't have much time to spend about a week or so. there i lightly took advantage of a girl who loved me so. but i found myself a-thinkin' when the time had come to go. what am i doin' hangin' round? i should be on that train and gone. i should be ridin' on that train to san antone what am i doin' hangin' round? she took me to the garden just for a little walk. i didn't know much spanish and there was no time for talk. then she told me that she loved me not with words but with a kiss. and like a fool i kept on thinkin' of a train i could not miss. well it's been a year or so and i want to go back again. and if i get the money well i'll ride the same old train. but i guess your chances come but once and boy i sure missed mine. and still i can't stop thinkin' when i hear some whistle cryin'.