Peter Gunn's Gun - The Monkees

Throw a penny from the window

Watch an old man play a song

On a twenty dollar violin

He bought before the war

Though it screeches, and he scratches

And the notes are always wrong

But he plays like he’s in concert

On the street outside my door

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Are there any requests?

I’ll play them for a penny

And not a penny less

He’s the local virtuoso

It’s his only way of life

Plays 97 overtures

And goes home to his wife

In the quiet of the evening

While his frozen fingers bleed

He counts pennies on a blanket

To supply his meagre need

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Are there any requests?

I’ll play them for a penny

And not a penny less

When there’s frost upon the pumpkin

In the weakness of the sun

He will stand there in the cold

Until his symphony is done

In the early gray of morning

He is sure to come around

You can hear him through the window

When the pennies hit the ground

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Are there any requests?

I’ll play them for a penny

And not a penny less

They’re playing penny music

Playing penny music

They’re playing penny music

Playing penny music

Playing penny music