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Mr. Webster - Lyrics by Monkees


Lyrics
by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart
Everyone in town knew Mr. Webster,
He worked at the bank for forty years,
And each week Mr. Frisby made his check out
For sixty-eight dollars, clear.
And through the years he thwarted twenty-seven robberies,
And each time Frisby promised him a raise.
They gave a retirement party for Mr. Webster,
And everyone from the bank was there,
They had a cake and flowers ordered special,
And Frisby had a speech prepared.
And a little box that held a watch with this inscription:"
To Mr. Webster, With Regards".
Then came the telegram from Mr. Webster,
Said, "
Sorry, STOP, Cannot attend,I've flown away and taken all your money,
Wish you were here to help me spend."
And one by one all the people left the party,
And Mr. Frisby locked the door.