Google translate sings: The Monkees

Sweet Young thing

Original

Know that something very strange
Is happening to my brain.
I'm either feeling very good
Or else I am insane.

The seeds of doubt you planted
Have started to grow wild
But feel that I must yield before
The wisdom of a child

And it's love you bring,
No that I can't deny,
With your wings,
I can learn to fly,
Sweet young thing.

People try to talk to me
Their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts
To try and bring me down

Turned on to the sunset,
Like I've never done before.

And I listen for your footsteps

And your know upon the door.

And it's love you bring,
With dreams of bluer skies
All these things,
When I seem them in your eyes
Sweet young thing.

And Google

I know something very strange

This is happening in my brain

.I am very good.

Or I'm crazy.  

You suspect you plant seeds

They started in the forests

but I think I have to teach myself first.

 Knowing the children

It's your love.No, I can not deny this,

From this wing,

I can learn to fly,

Sweet young.

 People are trying to talk to me

Your words are dirty sounds.

But I oppose all the efforts

Try and beat They led the sun.

So I did not do it first.

 And I ask for your progress.

Knowing the door.

It's your love.

Blue Dream All these,

When I see my eyes

Sweet young.