Chords for Mamas and Papas Creeque Alley (with commentary)

Singing for you now.
Cue the tape.
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John and Mitchie were getting kind of itchy just to leave the folk music behind.
[E] Zoland did it, [G#] working for [B] a minute, trying to get a fish on the line.
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_ [E] And after every number they had, [B] McQueen and McGuire's just getting hired in L.A.
You [E] know where that's at.
[G#] And no [D] one's getting [B] from a cast.
I just remember the incredible moment when he came up with the lyric,
and no one's getting fat except my MacAsk.
I [E] rolled on the floor laughing.
I said, that's great.
[Bm] It's really funny, John.
You are such a card.
Now what are we really going to write here?
[F#] He said, that's it.
That's the lyric.
[E] I said, well, you sing it for her then, not me.
[B] She loved it. _ _
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[B] McQueen and McGuire's still getting hired in L [E].A.
You know where that's at.
And no [D] one's getting fat except [B] my MacAsk.
[F] I was driving down the street and I hear on the radio,
McQueen and McGuire just catching [G] fire in L.A. You know where that's at.
And I said, whoa, man, that's me and Roger.
And it just [N] staggered me.
Here I was, they were singing about me and [F#m] all the people,
John and Mitchie getting [F#] kind of itchy.
It's just [Em] the whole folk [A] scene that was happening in the early 60s,
and it was such [B] a great tune. _
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[B] _ And I couldn't get no higher, that's what they were [E] aiming at.
And no one's [D] getting fat except [B] my MacAsk.
_ _ Mug, mugs, hot jams, low sums, big bum dumps, you work as hard as you play.
[E] Make up, break up, [B] everything's shake up.
I guess it had to be that [F#] way.
Sass and the dope on the food [E] floor,
Cheryl, John, and Danny getting [B] married twofold.
McQueen and McGuire just catching fire in L.A. You know where [E] that's at.
And no one's getting [D] fat except my [B] MacAsk.
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, more.
Broke, butt-lick, disgusting.
A, the Jackie's wretched.
And Mitchie wants to go to the [E] street.
Cats can make it, you said we'll have to [B] fake it
We lose it confidentially
[F#] The reason I'm a man and yet it's special
[E] I can't slow it, but keepin' our [B] dreams small
Just these drip vibrations in our imaginations
Can't go on [E] indefinitely
And California [G#] dreams is becoming our [B] reality
_ _ [E] Becoming [D] our [B] reality _ _ _ _ _
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[D#] I used to live in New [G#] York City
1230 is a song that John wrote
[A#] The idea started in New York