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About The Song
The Association’s “Along Comes Mary” is a classic sunshine pop song released in 1966. Written by Tandyn Almer, the song became the band’s debut hit, propelling them to fame. Its catchy melody, intricate harmonies, and nostalgic lyrics resonated with audiences of the time. The song tells a tale of a young man who is captivated by a mysterious woman named Mary. Her presence fills his life with joy and wonder, and he finds himself hopelessly drawn to her.
The Association’s signature harmonies and smooth vocals perfectly complement the song’s uplifting tone. The lyrics are filled with vivid imagery and poetic language, painting a picture of a carefree and idyllic summer romance. “Along Comes Mary” became a defining song of the 1960s, capturing the optimism and youthful spirit of the era. Its enduring popularity has ensured its place in the annals of pop music history.
Lyrics
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Someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks, and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks
Whose sickness is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes
As who is most to blame today
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality
From where she got her name
And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as hers
Will make them not the same
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
And when the morning of the warning’s passed, the gassed
And flaccid kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make them
Realize their urgent cry for sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch