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When I was sitting on my piano one day A magical thought came my way To write a number for the BBC Kenny Everett McCartney All together on the wireless machine Kenny Everett McCartney All together on the wireless machine Kenny Everett McCartney All together on the wireless machine

Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh Over the fields we go, laughing all the way Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh A day or two ago, I thought Id take a ride And soon Miss Fanny Bright, was seated by my side The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seemed his lot He got into a drifted bank and we got upsot A day or two ago, the story I must tell I went out on the snow, and on my back I fell A gent was riding by, in a one-horse open sleigh He laughed as there I sprawling lie but quickly drove away Now the ground is white, go it while youre young Take the girls tonight, and sing this sleighing song Just get a bob-tailed bay, two-forty as his speed Hitch him to an open sleigh and crack! youll take the lead

Kay King of Marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlour Playing piano for the children of the king Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh Shes old enough to know better So cry baby cry The king was in the garden Picking flowers for a friend who came to play The queen was in the playroom Painting pictures for the childrens holiday Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh Shes old enough to know better So cry baby cry The duchess of Kircaldy always smiling And arriving late for tea The duke was having problems With a message at the local Bird and Bee Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh Shes old enough to know better So cry baby cry At twelve oclock a meeting round the table For a seance in the dark With voices out of nowhere Put on specially by the children for a lark Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh Shes old enough to know better So cry baby cry Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh Shes old enough to know better So cry baby Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh Shes old enough to know better So cry baby Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh Shes old enough to know better So cry baby Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh

I found it out, what love is all about And every day, it sure lets out I see my baby, I get weak in the knees Cause nothins shakin but the leaves on the tree My papi told me thered be times like these Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees We meet the gang and go to rockin Joes The cats are something on the heels and toes I grab my baby, tried to give her a squeeze Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees Well why must she be such a dog-gone tease? Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees Shes got a way that makes me act like a fool Spent my money, then she plays me cool Im beggin for her kisses on a bended knee Oh, wont you give me some-a lovin, baby Please, please, please Though I keep trying hard to make her mine One day the wind will blow, the sun will shine Till that time, she puts my heart at ease Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees She locked my heart and threw away the keys Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees, yeah Shes got a way that makes me act like a fool Spent my money, then she plays me cool Im beggin for her kisses on a bended knee Oh, wont you give me some-a lovin, baby Please, please, please Though I keep trying hard to make her mine One day the wind will blow, the sun will shine Till that time, she puts my heart at ease Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees She locked my heart and threw away the keys Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees Theres nothin shakin but the leaves on the trees

Oh yes, wait a minute‚ Mr. Postman Wai-hey-hey-hey-it‚ Mr. Postman Whoa yeah Please, please‚ Mr. Po-oh-ostman Whoa yeah There must be some word today From my boyfriend so far away Please, Mr. Postman, look and see Is there a letter‚ a letter for me? Ive been standin here waitin, Mr. Postman So so patiently For just a card or just a letter Sayin hes returnin home to me Please, Mr. Postman Whoa yeah Please, please, Mr. Po-oh-oh-ostman Whoa yeah So many days, youve passed me by You saw the tears standin in my eye You wouldnt stop to make me feel better By leavin me a card or a letter Please, Mr. Postman, look and see Is there a letter, oh yeah, in your bag for me? You know its been so long Yeah, since I heard from this boyfriend of mine You better wait a minute, wait a minute Whoa, you better wait a minute Please, please, Mr. Postman Please check and see Just one more time for me You gotta wait a minute , wait a minute Oh you better wait a minute, wait a minute Please, Mr. Po-ostman Dont pass me by, you see the tears in my eyes You better wait Wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Please Mr. Postman

Oh, aint she sweet? Well see her walking down that street Yes I ask you very Aint she sweet? Aint she nice? Well look her over once or twice Yes I ask you, very hyperbolically Aint she nice? Just cast an eye In her direction Oh me, oh my Aint that perfection? Oh, aint she nice? Well look her over once or twice Yes I ask you, very confidentially Just cast an eye In her direct Oh me, oh my Aint that perfection? Oh, aint she sweet? Aint she sweet? Well I ask you, very confidentially Aint she sweet?

My little brothers in the other room, thats why my house a mess Im a victim to these afterthoughts, yes Im sure you could guess why Yes Im sure you could guess why, why The sink is full of dishes, Pizza Pockets in a pan But I guess if you get hungry I can heat them up again if you like If you like, hows your night? Watch your step over that box its my bad My little brother is a handful oh man, oh man Or do you like to play funny games I got Scrabble or Candyland Im a handyman, my candy band, spinning Beatles Im a Abbey fan on the needles Im spinning records for you Im spinning records for two She came in through the bathroom window, disturbed my golden slumbers Had to carry that weight til the end Her majesty come together Hit like Maxwells silver hammer, its something Im a mean Mister Mustard Made it through the gumdrop mountain, octopus garden playing Oh, Darling Here comes the sun that rainbow pass is only saying the end Sun king to king candy lets pretend, lets pretend My little brothers in the other room, thats why my house a mess Im a victim to these afterthoughts, yes Im sure you could guess why She came in through the bathroom window, disturbed my golden slumbers Had to carry that weight til the end Her majesty come together Hit like Maxwells silver hammer, its something Hey Jude, dont make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better

This is the fourth by the four. Please, Please Me, With The Beatles, Hard Days Night. Thats three. Now...Beatles For Sale. The young men themselves arent for sale. Money, noisy though it is, doesnt talk that loud. But you can buy this album - you probably have, unless youre just browsing, in which case dont leave any dirty fingerprints on the sleeve! It isnt all currency or current though. Theres priceless history between the covers. None of us is getting any younger. When, in a generation or so, a radio-active, cigar-smoking child, picnicking on Saturn, asks you what The Beatles affair was all about - ;Did you actually know them?- dont try to explain all about the long hair and the screams! Just play the child a few tracks from this album and hell probably understand what it is all about. The kids of AD 2000 will draw from this music much the sam sense of well being and warmth we do today. For the magic of The Beatles is, I suspect, timeless and ageless. It has broken all frontiers and barriers. It has cut through differences of race, age, and class. It is adored by the world. This album has some lovely samples of Beatles music. It has, for instance, eight new titles wrought by the incomparable John Lennon and Paul Mccartney, and mingling with the new, there are six numbers culled from the rhythmic wealth of the past extraordinary decade; pieces like Kansas City, and Rock and Roll Music. Marvelous. Many hours and hard days nights of devoted industry went into the production of this album. It isnt a potboiling quick-sale any-old-thing-will-do-for-christmas mixture. At least three of the Lennon-Mccartney songs were seriously considered as single releases until John popped up with I Feel Fine. These three were Eight Days A Week, No Reply and Im A Loser. Each would have topped the charts, but as it is they are an adornment to this LP, and a lesson to other artists. As on other albums, The Beatles have tossed in far more value than the market usually demands. There are few gimmicks or recording tricks, though for effect, The Beatles and their recording manager George Martin have slipped in some novelties. Like Paul on Hammond organ to introduce drama into Mr. Moonlight, which also, and for the first time, has George Harrison applying a thump to an elderly African drum because Ringo was busy elsewhere in the studio, playing bongos. Georges thump remains on the track. The bongos were later dropped. Ringo plays timpani in Every Little Thing, and on the Rock and Roll Music track George Martin joins John and Paul on one piano. On Words of Love, Ringo plays a packing case. Beyond this, it is a straightforward 1964 disc-making. Quite the best of its kind in the world. There is little or nothing on the album that cannot be reproduced on stage, which is, as students and critics of pop-music know, not always the case. Here it is then. The best album yet-quite definitely, says John, Paul, George, and Ringo-full of everything which made the four the biggest attraction the world has ever known. Full of raw John and Melodic Paul; a number from George, and a bonus from Ringo. For those who like to know who does exactly what, there are details alongside each title.

Here I stand, head in hand Turn my face to the wall If shes gone I cant go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and everyday I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say Hey, you got to hide your love away Hey, you got to hide your love away How can I even try? I can never win Hearing them seeing them In the state Im in How could she say to me Love will find away? Gather round, all you clowns Let me hear you say Hey, you got to hide your love away Hey, you got to hide your love away

My Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea My Bonnie lies over the ocean Oh bring back my Bonnie to me My Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea Well my Bonnie lies over the ocean Yeah bring back my Bonnie to me Yeah bring back, ah bring back Oh bring back my Bonnie to me to me Oh bring back, oh bring back Oh bring back my Bonnie to me Well my Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea Yeah my Bonnie lies over the ocean Oh I said bring back my Bonnie to me Yeah bring back, ah bring back Oh bring back my Bonnie to me to me Oh bring back, ah bring back Oh bring back my Bonnie to me

Good Night, take 22 Are you picking up too much of us, or is it all right? ... Dream sweet dreams for me Dream sweet dreams for you Now its time to say good night Good night, sleep tight Now the sun turns out his light Good night, sleep tight Dream sweet dreams for me Dream sweet dreams for you Close your eyes and Ill close mine Good night, sleep tight Now the moon begins to shine Good night, sleep tight Dream sweet dreams for me Dream sweet dreams for you Mmmmmm, mmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmm Now its time to say good night Good night, sleep tight Now the sun turns out his light Good night, sleep tight Dream sweet dreams for me Dream sweet dreams for you

Her Majestys a pretty nice girl But she doesnt have a lot to say Her Majestys a pretty nice girl But she changes from day to day I want to tell her that I love her a lot But I gotta get a bellyful of wine Her Majestys a pretty nice girl Someday Im going to make her mine, oh yeah Someday Im going to make her mine

Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If shes gone I cant go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say Hey youve got to hide your love away Hey youve got to hide your love away How can I even try? I can never win Hearing them, seeing them In the state Im in How could she say to me Love will find a way? Gather round all you clowns Let me hear you say Hey youve got to hide your love away Hey youve got to hide your love away

Come on, come on Come on, come on Come on, its such a joy Come on, its such a joy Come on, take it easy Come on, take it easy Take it easy Take it easy Everybodys got something to hide Except for me and my monkey The deeper you go, the higher you fly The higher you fly, the deeper you go So come on, come on, come on Come on, come on Come on, its such a joy Come on, its such a joy Come on and make it easy Come on and make it easy Take it easy Take it easy Everybodys got something to hide Except for me and my monkey Come on! Your inside is out, and your outside is in Your outside is in, and your inside is out So come on, come on, come on Come on, come on Come on its such a joy Come on its such a joy Come on and make it easy Come on, take it easy Take it easy Take it easy Everybodys got something to hide Except for me and my monkey Take it easy, take it easy Take it easy, take it easy Take it easy, make it easy Take it easy, make it easy Hey, take it easy, take it easy Take it easy, take it easy Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Come on, come on, come on Make it, make it Make it, make it Make it, make it, make it Make it

Oh, I remember you-ooh I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell Like the rain out of the blue-ooh When my life is through And the angels ask me to recall The thrill of it all Then I will tell them I remember you-ooh I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell Like the rain out of the blue-ooh When my life is through And the angels ask me to recall The thrill of it all Then I will tell them I remember you-ooh I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell Like the rain out of the blue-ooh When my life is through And the angels ask me to recall The thrill of it all Then I will tell them I remember Tell them I remember Tell them I remember you

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Step inside love Let me find you a place Who cares of the day Will be carried away By the smile On your face We are together Now and forever Come my way Step inside love And stay Step inside love Step inside love I want you to stay You look tired love Let me turn down the light Come in out of the cold Rest your head On my shoulder And love me tonight Ill always be here If you should need me Night and day Step inside love And stay Step inside love Step inside love I want you to stay When you leave me say Youll see me again For Ill know in my heart We will not be apart And Ill miss you till them Well be together now And forever Come my way Step inside love And stay Step inside love Step inside love I want you to stay

Well, dont you know that theres a Madman-a-comin gonna do you no harm Hes wearin pink pajamas and he lives on a farm Oh, hes got to get somewhere to Go and be so happy on his own Every Place you go he loathes Every Place you go he loathes Every Place you go he loathes Every Place you go he loathes

If you wear red tonight Remember what I said tonight For red is the color that my baby wore And whats more, its true Yes it is Scarlet were the clothes she wore Everybody knows Im sure I would remember all the things we planned Understand, its true Yes it is, its true Yes it is If I could forget her, but its my pride Yes it is, yes it is Oh, yes it is, yeah Please dont wear red tonight This is what I said tonight For red is the color that will make me blue In spite of you, its true Yes it is, its true Yes it is

Control room: No reply, take one! One two three four, one This happened once before When I came to your door no reply They said it wasnt you But I saw you peep through your window I saw the light I know that you saw me Cause I looked up to see your face I tried to telephone They said you were not home thats a lie Cause I know where youve been I saw you walk in your door I nearly died Cause you walked hand in hand With another man Your face If I were you Id realize that I Love you more than any other guy And Ill forgive the lies that I Heard before when you gave me no reply This happened once before When I came to your door no reply They said it wasnt you But I saw you peep through-- your face

Lets hope this one turns out pretty darn good huh? You tell lies thinking I cant see You cant cry cause youre laughing at me Im down Im down Im down How can you laugh when you know Im down When you know Im down Man buys ring, woman throws it away Same old thing happen everyday Im down Im down Im down How can you laugh when you know Im down? When you know Im down? Were all alone and there nobody else You still moan, Keep your hands to yourself! Im down Im down Im down How can you laugh when you know Im down? How can you laugh when you know Im down? Keep going Oh baby Im down Oh yes, Im down Oh dont you know Im down? Im down, yeah Im down, down, down, down, down, down, down Wow, Im down Oh baby, Im down Im down on the ground Im down Woo, Im hyeah Im down, and Im a downer Ill be a downer, and Im a downer Well yes Im down, ow Ay its gonna be a goo- Plastic soul, man, plastic soul Plastic soul man

Let me swim you down Cause Im diving to Jellyfish Fields Fishing is real And nothing to get hooked about Jellyfish Fields forever Lead-weight fishing is easy with eyes closed Stauromedusae is all you see Fishing is hard But it all works out It doesnt matter much to Pearl Let me dive you down Cause Im swimming to Jellyfish Fields Fishing is real And nothing to get harpooned about Jellyfish Fields forever No one I think is in my rock I mean it must be sponge or pat That is you cant, you know, let them go But its all right That is, I think, pretty funny Let me submerge you down Cause Im diving to Jellyfish Fields The fishing is real And nothing to get caught about Jellyfish Fields forever Always, no, sometimes think its Mr Krabs But you know I reel when its a catch I think, good, grief, I mean, er, yes But its all in the reef That is I think I am just hungry Let me dive you down Cause Im swimming to Jellyfish Fields The fishing is real And nothing to get hauled about Jellyfish Fields forever Jellyfish Fields forever Jellyfish Fields forever

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No one I think is in my tree I mean it must be high or low That is you cant, you know, tune in Cannot do it, I cannot do it No one I think is in my tree I mean it must be high or low That is you cant, you know, tune in, but its all alright That is I think its not too bad Always, no, sometimes think its me But you know I know when its a dream I mean I think a no, a yes But its all wrong That is I think I disagree Let me take you back, cause Im going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever

PARTE 1: AHH, SHARAU CORDOBA, JOSE GUTIERREZ, LA CASA DE NANA RECORDS. TODOS NOS PREGUNTAMOS CUANTA PLATA DEJASTE EN LA CASA DE NANA, HIJO DE MIL PUTA ES TU LUGAR FAVORITO EN LA TIERRA TE VAS A AGARRAR TREMENDO SIDA, POR GIL NO TE QUIERE NADIE Y A TU NOVIA SE LA CARGABA MAURO GEMIDOS EL MAURO CANTO FUE ECHADO DE LOS PASIVOS TAMBIEN COMO JOSE ES EL CUMPLE DEL JUAN PABLO ESO YA LO SE EL AÑO PASADO LE REGALARON UN HENNESSY, ESTE AÑO LO QUIERE CAGAR A PALOS JUAN PABLO JUAN PABLO VOS Y LA SAN ISIDRO ME CHUPAN BIEN EL FALO JUAN PABLO JUAN PABLO REGALAME UNOS HUEVOS ASI ME PUEDO HACER UN HUEVO FRITO JUAN PABLO! PARTE 2 RADIO: EL NUEVO TEMA DE LEONEITOR PUTA: LEONEITOR QUIEN? QUE NOMBRE TAN RARO JUAN PABLO: NO NO LA CAMBIES PUTA: CALMATE, QUE TE PASA? JUAN PABLO: SUBILE SUBILE IVAN: BUENO BRAIAN: PARA BAJALE IMBECIL JUAMPI DESAPARECE Y APARECE EN LO DE NANA HA IDO UN PAR DE VECES, Y SI ES POR EL, EL VA TOA LA SEMANA SE HACE EL QUE NO QUIERE, PERO PAGA Y PAGA TERMINASTE EN NANA OTRA VEZ, PIDIENDO QUE TE GARCHARAN EL JUAMPI NO PARA DE IR A NANA ANDA CON EL MULA FUMANDO CRACK PIDIENDO QUE LO LLEVEN QUE EN NANA LO DEJEN PIDIENDO QUE LO LLEVEN Y QUE EN NANA LO DEJEN JUAMPI, FASSA, DIME QUE PASO? QUE EL IVAN TE RECONTRA BARDEO YEAH IGUAL PARA MI QUE TE LO MERECES POR PELOTUDO! PARTE 3 YEAH, OTRO HIT DE LA POYOTE GANG YEAH YEAH, FUCK JUAN PABLO LEONEITOR EN EL BEAT GRABADO EN LA CASA DE NANA, 2021 EL JUAMPI ME INVITA A IR A PUNTA ME DICE QUE SOY EL QUE MANEJA ME DICE QUE LLEVE AL PELONI ME VA DANDO LAS INSTRUCCIONIS Y ME DICE QUE VAYA PARA LA DERECHA LA IZQUIERDA DERECHA LA IZQUIERDA BASICAMENTE ME ESTA LLEVANDO A LO NANA QUE HIJO DE PUTA JUAMPI YA TE DIJE QUE NO QUERIA VENIR, NO PERO IGUAL ME ESTA LLEVANDO AY QUE MAL LA ESTOY PASANDO DALE JUAMPI PORFA QUE YO ME QUIERO IR PERO ME DICE VOS NO TE VAS DE ACA NO TE VAS NO TE VAS NO TE VAS BASICAMENTE ME ENCERRO EN LO DE ANANA QUE HIJO DE PUTA GEMIDOS BRAIAN: SACAME DE ACA JUAN PABLO ME QUIERO IR JUAN PABLO: AHORA ESTAS EN MI PROPIEDAD BRAIAN: DALE HIJO DE PUTA ME QUIERO IR JUAN PABLO: NO BRAIAN: DALE JUAN PABLO JUAN PABLO: NO BRAIAN: SACAME DE ACA HERMANO JUAN PABLO: EL LOCO EN REALIDAD COMO QUE, ME CONVENCIO BRAIAN: MUCHAS GRACIAS JUAN PABLO PARTE 4 LA LEYENDA DE JUAN PABLO EL SE PELEO CON UN ZURDO SU NOMBRE ES JOSE GUTIERREZ PERO LO QUE NADIE SABE ES QUE MIRA, QUE EL JOSE TENIA LA RAZON Y AL JOSE NUNCA LO SALUDO EL JOSE TENIA RAZON EL JOSE TENIA RAZON EL JOSE TENIA RAZON EL JUAMPI ES UN MAMAGUEBO EL JOSE TENIA RAZON EL JOSE TENIA RAZON EL JOSE TENIA RAZON EL JUAMPI ES UN MAMAGUEBO EL JOSE TENIA RAZON EL JOSE TENIA RAZON EL JOSE TENIA RAZON EL JUAMPI ES UN MAMAGUEBO EL JUAMPI ES UN MAMAGUEBO EL JUAMPI ES UN MAMAGUEBO EL JUAMPI ES UN MAMAGUEBO EL JUAMPI ES UN MAMAGUEBO EPIC GUITAR SOLO FESTEJOS Y RISAS

Sí, sí Sí-jeje Te e Amarion Una media e molly con un phillie y una puta, como un Rockstar Contando dinero con mujeres mientras se quitan la ropa Un pote de picky, una botella y encima e la mesa coca Ando con los Beatles sin guitarra porque ahora suenan AKs Ropa negra de rockero Con peluca larga de alguien que nunca ha ido al peluquero Sacando estuches de guitarra del armero La banda monta el show frente a tu casa y suena la batería primero Fumando marihuana de noche y de día como un Rasta Te la buscas hoy y mañana te matan Un foursome con tres mujere bien bellaca Una buchea con dos paca Carro antiguo de los 70 sin capota Un par de loco; bajamo dos puta, montamo tres loca Aunque el gatito ponga cara e triste le vamo a quitar las bota Y se va a pie para su casa; solo, con su mujer rota Una media e molly con un phillie y una puta, como un Rockstar Contando dinero con mujeres mientras se quitan la ropa Un pote de picky, una botella y encima e la mesa coca Ando con los Beatles sin guitarra porque ahora suenan AKs Chingo to los días con mujeres diferente como un pornstar Las pepa que me meto, antes de chingar, me las bebo con vodka No me acuerdo cuando fue el último día que yo no cogí una nota No le tengan miedo a la muerte, porque ya está escrito el día que nos toca Salí de Cupey y los pillé caminando en la Paraná Me bajé, los puse de rodillas, como rezándole a Alá Los maté y después de los disparos Testigos gritaron como fanáticos de Maná Candy Flip, ácido con rola Mujere en éxtasis dicen que sí Pero quieren que antes del criko les coman la cola El dedo gordo encima el clítoris y los otro cuatro deos dentro e la popola Si se lo mete grita y si se lo saca llora Después te acusan de violarla con primera hora Una media e molly con un phillie y una puta, como Rockstar Contando dinero con mujeres mientras se quitan la ropa Un pote de picky, una botella y encima e la mesa coca Ando con los Beatles sin guitarra porque ahora suenan AKs Sí, sí Te e Amarion, je Esta es mi versión en español de Rockstar, je En español pa que entiendan, cabrone, jejeje Yo me siento como un Rockstar Sí, sí Como un Rockstar, sí Tengo a las mujere loca Jajajajaja

Whispering words of wisdom Let it be Let it be When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Malcolm comes to me Whispering words of wisdom Let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be Whisper words of wisdom Let it be When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Malcolm comes to me Whispering words of wisdom Let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be Whisper words of wisdom Let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be Whisper words of wisdom Let it be Cans on, Eric

Ready - set - go man go I got a gal that I love so Im ready - ready ready Teddy Im ready - ready ready Teddy Im ready - ready ready Teddy Im ready ready ready to rock n roll Goin down to the corner, pick up my sweetie pie Shes my rock n roll baby, shes the apple of my eye Well, the flat top cats and the dungaree dolls Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball The joint is really jumpin, the cats are goin wild The music really sends me, I dig that crazy style Gonna kick off my shoes, roll up my faded jeans Grab my rock n roll baby, pour on the steam I shuffle to the left, I shuffle to the right Gonna rock n roll til the early early night

Good evening, sir, how are you? I got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When she looked at me and sweetly smiled There she is again Standing over by the record machine Yeah, shes lookin like a model on the cover of a magazine Shes too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile, I was thinking Shes in the mood, no need to break it I got the chance, I oughta take it If shell dance, then we can make it Come on, Queenie, lets shake it Go, go, go, little Queenie Go, go, go, little Queenie I said, Go, go, go, little Queenie Ahh, go, go, go, go! Well, there she is a-dancin Over by the record machine Lookin like a model on the cover of a magazine Yeah, shes too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile, well, shes thinkin If its a slow song, well omit it If its a rocker, Im gonna get it And if its good, shell admit it Said, cmon queenie, Ahh Queenie, Go! Go, go, queenie Go, go, go, little queenie Go, go, go, little queenie Ahh! Well, there she is a-dancin Over by the record machine Lookin like a model on the cover of a magazine Well, shes too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile, I was still thinkin Shes in the mood, no need to break it I got the chance, I oughta take it If shell dance, then we can make it Come on, Queenie, lets shake it Ahh, Go! Go, go, Queenie Go, go, go, little Queenie Go, go, go, little Queenie Ahh! Qo, Queenie, go! Go little Queenie! Go, go, go, little Queenie!

Well, Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was Heaven-sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun Mondays child has learned to tie his bootlace See how they run Well, Lady Madonna lying on the bed Mmm, listen to the pretty music in your head Music playing in your head Pretty music playing in your pretty head Thank you, baby Thank you Thank you, baby Thank you, thank you, baby Thank you, Lady Madonna Hoo-hoo

Let me take you down Cause Im going to strawberry fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry fields forever Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see Its getting hard to be someone But it all works out It doesnt matter much to me No one I think is in my tree I mean it must be high or low That is you cant, you know, tune in But its all right That is I think its not too bad Let me take you down Cause Im going to strawberry fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry fields forever Always know sometimes think its me But you know I know when its a dream I think I know I mean, ah yes But its all wrong That is I think I disagree Let me take you down Cause Im going to strawberry fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry fields forever Strawberry fields forever Strawberry fields forever

Alright You say you got a real solution Well, you know Wed all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well, you know Were all doing what we can But if you want money for people with minds that hate Well, all I can tell you is, brother, you have to wait Alright Alright Alright You say youll change the constitution Well, you know We all want to change your head You tell me its the institution Well, you know You better free your mind instead But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao All you can anyhow Alright Alright Alright

Day after day alone on the hill The man with the foolish grin Is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that hes just a fool And he never gives an answer But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning round Well on the way, his head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices Is talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him Or the sound he appears to make And he never seems to notice But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning round Oh, round, round, round, round, round And nobody seems to like him They can tell what he wants to do And he never shows his feelings But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning round Oh, round, round, round, round, round And he never listen to them He knows that theyre the fools But they dont like him The fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning round Oh, round, round, round, round, round Oh

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Hello? Hello, hello? What? Can you see? Okay Its okay. Just a.. just a little lower, just so I can see Its all those changes, amazing changes Take two One, two, three, four Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun In case of accidents, he always took his mom Hes the all American, bullet-headed, saxon mothers son Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill Was it a thrill, Bungalow Bill? Deep in the jungle, where the mighty tiger lies Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? The children asked him if to kill was not a sin Not when he looked so fierce, his mummy butted in If looks could kill, it would have been us instead of him Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill Was it a thrill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey! Bungalow, bungalow, bungalow Bill Can you pass that ash tray? Take three Whatd you think? I think you can do better Yeah. Are you.. is Yoko picking up on that bit?

Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace Molly is the singer in a band Desmond says to Molly, girl, I like your face And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra La-la, how the life goes on Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra La-la, how the life goes on Desmond takes a trolley to the jewelers store Buys a twenty carat golden ring Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door And as he gives it to her she begins to sing Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra La-la, how the life goes on Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra La-la, how the life goes on In a couple of years they have built A home sweet home With a couple of kids running in the yard Of Desmond and Molly Jones Happy ever after in the market place Desmond lets the children lend a hand Molly stays at home and does her pretty face And in the evening she still sings it with the band Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra La-la, how the life goes on Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra La-la, how the life goes on In a couple of years they have built A home sweet home With a couple of kids running in the yard Of Desmond and Molly Jones Happy ever after in the market place Molly lets the children lend a hand Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face And in the evening she still sings it with the band Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra La-la, how the life goes on Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra La-la, how the life goes on And if you want some fun, sing ob-la-di, bla-da

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head hes had the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello On the corner is a banker with a motorcar The little children laugh at him behind his back And the banker never wears a mac In the pouring rain Very strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit and meanwhile back In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen He likes to keep his fire engine clean Its a clean machine Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes Four of fish and finger pies In summer, meanwhile back Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though she feels as if shes in a play She is anyway In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting, waiting for a trim And then the fireman rushes in From the pouring rain Very strange Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies Penny Lane

Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love And in the end The love you take Is equal to the love you make

What goes on in your heart? What goes on in your mind? You are tearing me apart When you treat me so unkind What goes on in your mind The other day I saw you As I walked along the road But when I saw him with you I could feel my future fold Its so easy for a girl like you to lie Tell me why What goes on in your heart? What goes on in your mind? You are tearing me apart When you treat me so unkind What goes on in your mind I met you in the morning Waiting for the tides of time But now the tide is turning I can see that I was blind Its so easy for a girl like you to lie Tell me why What goes on in your heart? I used to think of no one else But you were just the same You didnt even think of me As someone with a name Did you mean to break my heart and watch me die Tell me why What goes on in your heart? What goes on in your mind? You are tearing me apart When you treat me so unkind What goes on in your mind

Let me take you down, cause Im going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see Its getting hard to be someone, but it all works out It doesnt matter much to me Let me take you down, cause Im going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever No one I think is in my tree I mean it must be high or low That is you cant, you know, tune in, but its all right That is I think its not too bad Let me take you down, cause Im going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Always, no, sometimes think its me But you know I know when its a dream I think a no, I mean, a yes, but its all wrong That is I think I disagree Let me take you down, cause Im going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Cranberry sauce

Take 2! John: 1, 2, 3, 4.... I read the news today, oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car He didnt notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared Theyd seen his face before Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords I saw a film today, oh boy The English Army had just won the war A crowd of people turned away But I just had to look Having read the book Id love to turn you on I read the news today, oh boy 4,000 holes in Blackburn, Lancashire And though the holes were rather small They had to count them all Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall Id love to turn you on

If you leave me baby I dont know what ill do I guess i would die, sweetheart If i dont get a kiss from you Take out some insurance on me baby Take out some insurance on me baby Well if you ever ever say goodbye Im gonna walk right back and die Oh if you want me baby You got to come to me Im just like a string feeling You just cant lose me Take out some insurance on me baby Ooo some insurance on me baby Well if you ever ever say goodbye Im gonna walk right over and die Well if you want me baby Mm you got to come to me Im just like a strong feeling You just cant lose me Take out some insurance on me baby Mm some insurance on me baby Well if you ever ever say goodbye Im gonna walk right over and die Well if you leave me baby I dont know what ill do I guess i would die, sweetheart If i dont get a kiss from you Take out some insurance on me baby Ooo some goddamn insurance on me baby If you ever ever say goodbye Im gonna walk right over and die

Falling in love again, for the love we share As you hear me say, I adore you Im falling in love again, oh, my darling, it seems Oh, my darling, it seems I love you All our romances would never go astray My love is your love, forever and a day Falling in love again, paradise, right here I love that youre my dear, I love you Falling in love again, for the love we share As you hear me say, I adore you Im falling in love again, paradise, right here I love that youre my dear, I love you

Ahí Viene El Sol, Du-du-du-dum Ahí Viene El Sol, Que nace Ya es hora Amor mío, ha sido un largo y frío invierno Amor mío, no sabes cuanto he estado aquí Ahí Viene El Sol, Du-du-du-dum Ahí Viene El Sol, Que nace Ya es hora Amor mío, sonrisas vuelven a tu ser Amor mío, no sabes cuanto he estado aquí Ahí Viene El Sol, Du-du-du-dum Ahí Viene El Sol, Que nace Ya es hora Sol, sol, sol, ya salió Sol, sol, sol, ya salió Sol, sol, sol, ya salió Sol, sol, sol, ya salió Sol, sol, sol, ya salió Amor mío, todo el hielo se derritio Amor mío, sabes bien que no he visto el sol Ahí Viene El Sol, Du-du-du-dum Ahí Viene El Sol, Que nace Ya es hora Ahí Viene El Sol, Du-du-du-dum Ahí Viene El Sol, Que nace Ya es hora Ya es hora

Well a-when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in Mm I want to be, Im gonna be in that number Ooo when the saints go marching in Oh when the sun yeah begins to shine When that old sun begins to shine I tell you something Im gonna be Im gonna be in that number When the sun begins to shine Yeah when my lord calls me home again Ah when my lord calls me home again Ill tell you Im gonna be in that number Oh when my lord calls me home again Oh when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in I tell you something Im gonna be Im gonna be in that number When the saints go marching in Well when the sun yeah begins to shine When that sun begins to shine I tell you something Im gonna be Im gonna be in that number When that old sun begins to shine Lazy one time Mm mm, yeh, alright, mm, yeah Ooo when the saints go marching in Yeah when the saints go marching in Yeah when the saints go marching in I tell you something, Im gonna be Im gonna be in that number Yeah when the saints go marching in Yeah when my lord calls me home again Ah when my lord calls me home again Ill tell you Im gonna be in that number Oh when the saints go marching in

Anna You come and ask me, girl To set you free, girl You say he loves you more than me So I will set you free Go with him Go with him Anna Girl, before you go now I want you to know, now That I still love you so But if he loves you more Go with him All of my life Ive been searching for a girl To love me like I love you Oh, now, but every girl Ive ever had Breaks my heart and leaves me sad What am I, what am I supposed to do? Anna Just one more thing, girl You give back your ring to me, and I will set you free Go with him All of my life Ive been searching for a girl To love me like I love you But let me tell you now But every girl Ive ever had Breaks my heart and leave me sad What am I, what am I supposed to do? Anna Just one more thing, girl You give back your ring to me, and I will set you free Go with him Go with him You can go with him, girl Go with him

Because youre sweet and lovely, girl, I love you Because youre sweet and lovely, girl, its true I love you more than ever, girl, I do I want you in the morning, girl, I love you I want you at the moment I feel blue Im living every moment, girl, for you Ive loved you from the moment, I saw you You looked at me thats all you had to do I feel it now, I hope you feel it too Because youre sweet and lovely, girl, I love you Because youre sweet and lovely, girl, its true I love you more than ever, girl, I do I really love you

Next number was called Sha La La La La La Youre joking! No?  La?  Ah, but, in fact, Baby Its You Why dont you do it in your famous James Mason impersonation? Ha, ha All right! Go on, man! Do it in your I thought this next number was called Sha La La La La La, but, in fact, Baby Its You Get off! Get off! Ha, ha! Very good! Okay Can you do Mickey Mouse? Yes All ring, sing a song, fellows Okay, lets go!

...... Here come old flattop He come grooving up slowly, babe He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller He got hair, mama, down to his knees Got to be a joker, he just do what he please Now, he wear no shoeshine He got toe-jam football, he got monkey fingers Yeah, he shoot coca-cola, now He say I know you, and, mama, you know me Yeah, one thing I can tell, mama Lord you gotta be free... Come together baby, right now, oh, Lord over me He bag production, he got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker Oh mama, he got feet yeah, down below his knee Ah, hold his arms, you cant hold his disease Yeah, Come together babe Yeah right now, oh, over me now... Oh yeah now Oh yeah... He roller-coaster, he got early warning He got muddy water, he one mojo filter, he say One and one, lord, mama one and one is three Got to be good-looking motherfucker cause hes so hard to see yeah Come together, oh yeah, oh yeah, over me

One, two, three, four One, two... Let me tell you how it will be Theres one for you, nineteen for me Cause Im the taxman Yeah, Im the taxman Should five percent appear too small Be thankful I dont take it all Cause Im the taxman Yeah, Im the taxman If you drive a car, car, Ill tax the street If you try to sit, sit, Ill tax your seat If you get too cold, cold, Ill tax the heat If you take a walk, walk, Ill tax your feet Taxman Cause Im the taxman Yeah, Im the taxman Dont ask me what I want it for If you dont want to pay some more Cause Im the taxman Yeah, Im the taxman Now my advice for those who die Declare the pennies on your eyes Cause Im the taxman Yeah, Im the taxman And youre working for no one but me

To know, know, know her Is to love, love, love her Just to see her smile Makes my life worthwhile Yes, just to know, know, know her Is to love, love, love her And I do And I do And I do Ill be good to her Ill make love to her Everyone says therell come a day When I walk alongside of her Yes, just to know, know, know her Is to love, love, love her And I do And I do And I do Why cant she see? How blind can she be? Someday shell see That she was meant just for me, oh, oh To know, know, know her Is to love, love, love her Just to see her smile Makes my life worthwhile Yes, just to know, know, know her Is to love, love, love her And I do And I do And I do Why cant she see? How blind can she be? Someday shell see That she was meant just for me, oh, oh To know, know, know her Is to love, love, love her Just to see her smile Makes my life worthwhile Yes, just to know, know, know her Is to love, love, love her And I do And I do And I do

Mr. Moonlight You came to me one summer night And from your beam you made my dream And from the world you sent my girl And from above you sent us love And now she is mine I think youre fine Cos we love you, Mr. Moonlight Mr. Moonlight, come again please Here I am on my knees Begging if you please And the night you dont come my way Ill pray and pray more each day Cos we love you, Mr. Moonlight And the night you dont come my way Oh, Ill pray and pray more each day Cos we love you, Mr. Moonlight Mr. Moonlight Mr. Moonlight, come again please Here I am on my knees Begging if you please And the night you dont come my way Ill pray and pray more each day Cos we love you, Mr. Moonlight Mr. Moonlight Mr. Moonlight Mr. Moonlight

One, two, three, one, two, three Hold on, hold on I was off on that one Alright, Im just gonna raise this so its near the bass strings and the top string Pauls broken a glass, broken a glass Pauls broken a glass, a glass, a glass, hes broke today Okay, one, oh, you ready? Okay, one, two, three, one, two, three Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If shes gone I cant go on Feeling two-foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say Hey, youve got to hide your love away Hey, youve got to hide your love away How can I even try I can never win Hearing them, seeing them In the state Im in How could she say to me Love will find a way Gather round all you clowns Let me hear you say Hey, youve got to hide your love away Hey, youve got to hide your love away

Rodney Burke: Ive got one card here and its on the same subject, eh, but this one says, We think the show is great and we dig the Beatles the most, but we still havent heard a word from Ringo yet. Ringo: Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf! Rodney: And how about him singing? Well, what will you sing for us, Ringo? Will you say a few words? Ringo: Hello, there, kiddies. Id like to sing a song for you today called Matchbox. There you go Rodney: Set fire to that lot. Okay, Ringo, thanks very much Ringo: Dont you et smart with me, you know Rodney: Do you mind? Get over to your microphone, Matchbox.

Lay down your arms And surrender to me Lay down your arms  And love me peacefully  yeah Use your arms for loving me Baby, thats the way its got to be There is no reason for you to declare War on the one that loves you so So forget the other boys because my love is real Come off your battlefield Lay down your arms And love me peacefully Lay down your arms And love me tenderly yeah Use your arms to hold me tight Baby, I dont want to fight no more The weapons youre using are hurting me bad But someday youre going to see That my love for you baby, is the truest youve ever had A Soldier of Love, thats hard to be Lay down your arms And love me peacefully Lay down your arms And surrender to me yeah Use your arms to squeeze and please because Im the one that loves you so Baby, lay down your arms Baby, lay down your arms

Martha, my dear Though I spend my days in conversation Please, remember me Martha, my love Dont forget me Martha, my dear Hold your head up, you silly girl Look what youve done When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Silly girl Take a good look around you Take a good look, youre bound to see That you and me were meant to be for each other Silly girl Hold your hand out you silly girl See what youve done When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Silly girl Martha, my dear You have always been my inspiration Please, be good to me Martha, my love Dont forget me Martha, my dear

Geh weg! Geh weg! Geh weg! nach eine Nacht, nach Haus Geh weg, geh raus Geh raus nach irgendeinem Haus Geh rach nach Haus Ja, check it Ja, geh weg, check it Das war nicht so gut! Geh weg! Geh weg! Geh raus nach deinem, deinem Haus Geh weg! Geht raus! Geht raus nach irgendeinem Haus! Geht raus nach deinem Haus! Ja, das ist gut , check it Unsagbar gut, ja! Und Loretta Martin denkt, sie war ein Freundliche Ja aber das war nicht wär so So, sie sagt nach diesem Bild, / rötlich Ja des werd ich gar nicht rot Geh raus, geh raus Geh raus nach deinem munding Haus! Geh raus, geht raus Geh raus nach deinem freundlich Haus! Geht raus, Loretta! Geh raus nach deinem Haus! Joah! Vielen Dank für die Blumen ... ... plus ... faire le tour du bar ... Plutôt, plutôt, plutôt ... Plutôt nach deinem Hirn Ah, dein, ah, ey

Last night, I said these words to my girl I know you never even try, girl Come on , come on Come on , come on Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you You dont need me to show the way, love Why do I always have to say, love? Come on , come on Come on , come on Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you I dont want to sound complaining But you know theres always rain in my heart I do all the pleasing with you, its so hard to reason With you, whoa yeah, why do you make me blue? Last night, I said these words to my girl I know you never even try girl Come on , come on Come on , come on Please, please me, whoa yeah, like I please you Whoa yeah, like I please you Whoa yeah, like I please you Whoa yeah, like I please you

Its been a hard days night And Ive been working like a dog Its been a hard days night I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I find the things that you do Will make me feel alright You know I work all day To get you money to buy you things And its worth it just to hear you say Youre gonna give me everything So why on earth should I moan Cause when I get you alone You know I feel okay When Im home everything seems to be right When Im home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah Its been a hard days night And Ive been working like a dog Its been a hard days night I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I find the things that you do Will make me feel alright Ah! So why on earth should I moan Cause when I get you alone You know I feel okay When Im home everything seems to be right When Im home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeh Its been a hard days night And Ive been working like a dog Its been a hard days night I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I find the things that you do Will make me feel alright You know I feel alright You know I feel alright

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though theyre here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday Suddenly Im not half the man I used to be Theres a shadow hanging over me Oh, yesterday came suddenly Why she had to go I dont know, she wouldnt say I said something wrong Now I long for yesterday Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday Why she had to go I dont know, she wouldnt say I said something wrong Now I long for yesterday Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday Mm-Hm-Hm-Mm-Mmm..

The Beatles Miscellaneous Shake, Rattle, And Roll Rattle and roll I said shake, rattle, and roll Well you never do nothing To save your doggone soul Well get out of that kitchen And shake those pots and pans I said get out of that kitchen And shake those pots and pans I said to my soul: Youre the devil in the frying pan Well I said shake, rattle, and roll I said shake, rattle, and roll I said shake, rattle, and roll I said shake, rattle, and roll Well you never do nothing To save your doggone soul

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC Didnt get to bed last night On the way the paper bag was on my knee Man, I had a dreadful flight Im back in the USSR You dont know how lucky you are, boy Back in the USSR, yeah Been away so long I early knew the place Gee, its good to be back home Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case Honey disconnect the phone Im back in the USSR You dont know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Back in the US Back in the USSR Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgias always on my my my my my my my my my mind Oh, come on Hu hey hu, hey, ah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Im back in the USSR You dont know how lucky you are, boys Back in the USSR Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgias always on my my my my my my my my my mind Oh, show me round your snow peaked Mountain way down south Take me to your daddys farm Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out Come and keep your comrade warm Im back in the USSR Hey, you dont know how lucky you are, boy Back in the USSR Oh, let me tell you honey

Weve been friends for oh so long I let you share whats mine When you mess with the girl I love Its time to draw the line Keep your hands off my baby Aint gonna tell you but a-one more time Oh, keep your hands off my baby Boy, you get it through your head That girl is mine I dont mind if you lend my clothes But you will be in touch There is something that you get straight Theres one thing you dont touch Who, keep your hands off my baby Shes mine You better watch yourself now Boy, you get it through your head That girl is mine

Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover Something in the way she woos me I dont want to leave her now You know I believe and how Somewhere in her smile she knows That I dont need no other lover Something in her style that shows me I dont want to leave her now You know I believe and how Youre asking me will my love grow I dont know, I dont know You stick around, now it may show I dont know, I dont know Something in the way she knows And all I have to do is think of her Something in the things she shows me I dont want to leave her now You know I believe and how Hes a real nowhere man Sitting in his nowhere land Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

Playboy: OK, were on. Why dont we begin by… John: Doing Hamlet. Ringo: Yeah, yeah, lets do that. Playboy: That sounds like fun, but just for laughs, why dont we do an interview instead? George: Say, thats a fine idea. I wish Id thought of that. Paul: What shall we ask you for a first question? Ringo: About those Bunny girls… Playboy: No comment. Lets start over. Ringo, youre the last Beatle to join the group, arent you? Ringo: Yes. Playboy: How long were you fellows working together as a team before Ringo joined up? John: A few years probably, sort of off and on, really, for three years or so. Paul: Yeah, but really amateur. George: The local pub, you know. And in each others uncles houses. John: And at Georges brothers wedding. Things like that. Ringo used to fill in sometimes for our drummer. Playboy: When you joined the others, Ringo, they werent quite as big as they are now, were they? Ringo: They were the biggest thing in Liverpool. In them days that was big enough. Paul: This is a point weve made before. Some people say a man is made of muscle and blood… No, they dont. They say, How come youve suddenly been able to adjust to fame, you know, to nationwide fame and things? It all started quite nicely with us, you see, in our own sphere, where we used to play—in Liverpool. We never used to play outside it, except when we went to Hamburg. Just those two circles. And in each of them, I think we were round the highest paid, and probably at the time the most popular. So in actual fact we had the same feeling of being famous then as we do now. George: We were recognized then, too, only people didnt chase us about. Paul: But it just grew. The quantity grew, not the quality of the feeling. Playboy: When did you know that you had really hit it big? There must have been one night when you knew it had really begun. John: Well, wed been playing round in Liverpool for a bit without getting anywhere, trying to get work, and the other groups kept telling us, Youll do all right, youll get work someday. And then we went to Hamburg, and when we came back, suddenly we were a wow. Mind you, 70 percent of the audience thought we were a German wow, but we didnt care about that. Paul: We were billed in the paper: From Hamburg—The Beatles. John: In Liverpool, people didnt even know we were from Liverpool. They thought we were from Hamburg. They said, Christ, they speak good English! Which we did, of course, being English. But thats when we first, you know, stood there being cheered for the first time. Paul: That was when we felt we were… John: …on the way up… Paul: …gonna make it in Liverpool. Playboy: How much were you earning then? John: For that particular night, 20 dollars. Playboy: Apiece? John: For the group! Hell, we used to work for a lot less than that. Paul: We used to work for about three or four dollars a night. Ringo: Plus all the Coke we could drink. And we drank a lot. Playboy: Do you remember the first journalist who came to see you and said, I want to write about you? Ringo: We went round to them at first, didnt we? John: We went and said, Were a group and weve got this record out. Will you… George: And then the door would slam. Playboy: Weve heard it said that when you first went to America you were doubtful that youd make it over there. John: Thats true. We didnt think we were going to make it at all. It was only Brian telling us we were gonna make it. And George. Brian Epstein, our manager, and George Harrison. George: I knew we had a good chance—because of the record sales over there. John: The thing is, in America it just seemed ridiculous—I mean, the idea of having a hit record over there. It was just, you know, something you could never do. Thats what I thought, anyhow. But then I realized that its just the same as here, that kids everywhere all go for the same stuff. And seeing wed clone it in England and all, theres no reason why we couldnt do it in America, too. But the American disc jockeys didnt know about British records; they didnt play them; nobody promoted them, and so you didnt have hits. George: Well, there were one or two doing it as a novelty. John: But it wasnt until Time and Life and Newsweek came over and wrote articles and created an interest in us that the disc jockeys started playing our records. And Capitol said, Well, can we have their records? You know, they had been offered our records years ago, and they didnt want them. But when they heard we were big over here they said, Can we have em now? So we said, As long as you promote them. So Capitol promoted, and with them and all these articles on us, the records just took off. Playboy: Theres been some dispute, among your fans and critics, about whether youre primarily entertainers or musicians—or perhaps neither. Whats your own opinion? John: Were money-makers first; then were entertainers. Ringo: No, were not. John: What are we, then? Ringo: Dunno. Entertainers first. John: OK. Ringo: Cause we were entertainers before we were money-makers. John: Thats right, of course. Its just that the press drivels it into you, so you say it cause they like to hear it, you know? Paul: Still, wed be idiots to say that it isnt a constant inspiration to be making a lot of money. It always is, to anyone. I mean, why do big business tycoons stay big business tycoons? Its not because theyre inspired at the greatness of big business; theyre in it because theyre making money at it. Wed be idiots if we pretended we were in it solely for kicks. In the beginning we were, but at the same time, we were hoping to make a bit of cash. Its a switch around now, though, from what it used to be. We used to be doing it mainly for kicks and not making a lot of money, and now were making money without too many kicks—except that we happen to like the money were making. But we still enjoy making records, going onstage, making films, and all that business. John: We love every minute of it, Beatle people! Playboy: As hard-bitten refugees from the Liverpool slums—according to heartrending fan magazine biographies—do you feel prepared to cope with all this sudden wealth? Paul: Weve managed to make the adjustment. Contrary to rumor, you see, none of us was brought up in any slums or in great degrees of poverty. Weve always had enough; weve never been starving. John: Yeah, we saw these articles in the American fan mags that Those boys struggled up from the slums… George: We never starved. Even Ringo hasnt. Ringo: Even I. Playboy: What kind of families do you come from? George: Well, you know, not rich. Just workin class. Theyve got jobs. Just work. Playboy: What does your father do? George: Well, he doesnt do anything now. He used to be a bus driver… John: In the Merchant Navy. Playboy: Do you have any sisters or brothers, George? George: Ive got two brothers. John: And no sisters to speak of. Playboy: How about you, Paul? Paul: Ive got one brother, and a father who used to be a cotton salesman down in New Orleans, you know. Thats probably why I look a bit tanned. But seriously, folks, he occasionally had trouble paying bills—but it was never, you know, never, Go out and pick blackberries, son; were a bit short this week. Playboy: How about you, John? John: Oh, just the same. I used to have an auntie. And I had a dad whom I couldnt quite find. Ringo: John lived with the Mounties. John: Yeah, the Mounties. They fed me well. No starvation. Playboy: How about your family, Ringo, old man? Ringo: Just workin class. I was brought up with my mother and me grandparents. And then she married my stepfather when I was 13. All the time she was working. I never starved. I used to get most things. George: Never starved? Ringo: No, I never starved. She always fed me. I was an only child, so it wasnt amazing. Playboy: Its quite fashionable in some circles in America to hate your parents. But none of you seem to. Ringo: Were probably just as against the things our parents liked or stood for as they are in America. But we dont hate our parents for it. Playboy: Its often exactly the opposite in America. Paul: Well, you know, a lot of Americans are unbalanced. I dont care what you say. No, really. A lot of them are quite normal, of course, but weve met many unbalanced ones. You know the type of person, like the political Whig. Playboy: How do you mean? Paul: You know—the professional politician type; in authority sort of thing. Some of them are just mad! And Ive met some really maniac American girls! Like this girl who walked up to me in a press conference and said, Im Lily. I said, Hello, how do you do? and she said, Doesnt my name mean anything to you? I said, Ah, no… and I thought, Oh God, its one of these people that youve met and you should know. And so Derek, our press agent, who happened to be there at the time, hanging over my shoulder, giving me quotes, which happens at every press conference… George: You better not say that. Paul: Oh yes, thats not true, Beatle people! But he was sort of hanging about, and he said, Well, did you ring, or did you write, or something? And she said, No. And he said, Well, how did you get in touch with Paul? How do you know him? And she said, Through God. Well, there was sort of a ghastly silence. I mean, we both sort of gulped and blushed. I said, Well, thats very nice, Lily. Thanks very much. I must be off now. Playboy: There wasnt a big lightning bolt from the sky? Paul: No, there wasnt. But I talked to her afterward, and she said shed got a vision from God and God had said to her… John: Its been a hard days night. Paul: No, God had said, Listen, Lil, Paul is waiting for you; hes in love with you and he wants to marry you, so go down and meet him, and hell know you right away. Its very funny, you know. I was trying to persuade her that she didnt in actual fact have a vision from God, that it was… George: It was probably somebody disguised as God. Paul: You wouldnt hardly ever meet somebody like that in England, but there seemed to me to be a lot like her in America. John: Well, there are a lot more people in America, so youve got a much bigger group to get nutters from. Playboy: Speaking of nutters, do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and say, My God, Im a Beatle? Paul: No, not quite. John: Actually, we only do it in each others company. I know I never do it alone. Ringo: We used to do it more. Wed get in the car, Id look over at John and say, Christ, look at you; youre a bloody phenomenon! and just laugh—cause it was only him, you know. And a few old friends of ours done it, from Liverpool. Id catch em looking at me, and Id say, Whats the matter with you? Its just daft, them just screaming and laughing, thinking Im one of them people. Playboy: A Beatle? Ringo: Yes. Paul: The thing makes me know weve made it is like tonight, when we slipped into a sweetshop. In the old days we could have just walked into a sweetshop and nobody would have noticed us. We would have just got our sweets and gone out. But tonight we just walked in—it took a couple of seconds—and the people just dropped their sweets. Before, you see, there would have been no reaction at all. Except possibly, Look at that fellow with the long hair. Doesnt he look daft? But nowadays theyre just amazed; they cant believe it. But actually were no different. Playboy: The problem is that you dont seem to be like real people. Youre Beatles. Paul: I know. Its very funny, that. George: Its all the publicity. Paul: Were taken in by it, too. Because we react exactly the same way to the stars we meet. When we meet people weve seen on the telly or in films, we still think, Wow! John: Its a good thing, because we still get just as tickled. Paul: The thing is that people, when they see you on TV and in magazines and up in a film, and hear you on the radio, they never expect to meet you, you know, even our fans. Their wish is to meet you, but in the back of their mind they never think theyre actually gonna meet us. And so, when they do meet us, they just dont believe it. Playboy: Where do they find you—hiding in your hotel rooms? John: No, on the street, usually. Playboy: You mean youre brave enough to venture out in the streets without a bodyguard? Ringo: Sure. George: Were always on the street. Staggering about. Ringo: Floggin our bodies. George: You catch John sleeping in the gutter occasionally. Playboy: When people see you in the street, do you ever have any action? George: Well, not really, because when youre walking about, you dont bump into groups of people, as a rule. People dont walk round in gangs, as a rule. Playboy: Can you even go out shopping without getting mobbed by them, individually or collectively? John: We avoid that. Paul: The mountain comes to Mohammed. George: The shop comes to us, as he says. But sometimes we just roll into a store and buy the stuff and leg out again. Playboy: Isnt that like looking for trouble? Paul: No, we walk four times faster than the average person. Playboy: Can you eat safely in restaurants? George: Sure we can. I was there the other night. John: Where? George: Restaurants. Paul: Of course were known in the restaurants we go in. George: And usually its only Americans thatll bother you. Playboy: Really? George: Really. If we go into a restaurant in London, theres always going to be a couple of them eating there; you just tell the waiter to hold them off if they try to come over. If they come over anyway, you just sign. Ringo: But you know, the restaurants I go to, probably if I wasnt famous, I wouldnt go to them. Even if I had the same money and wasnt famous I wouldnt go to them, because the people that go to them are drags. The good thing when you go to a place where the people are such drags, such snobs, you see, is that they wont bother to come over to your table. They pretend they dont even know who you are, and you get away with an easy night. George: And they think theyre laughing at us, but really were laughing at them. Cause we know they know who we are. Ringo: Hows that? George: Theyre not going to be like the rest and ask for autographs. Ringo: And if they do, we just swear at em. George: Well, I dont, Beatle people. I sign the autograph and thank them profusely for coming over and offer them a piece of my chop. John: If were in the middle of a meal. I usually say, Do you mind waiting till Im finished? George: And then we keep eating until they give up and leave. John: Thats not true, Beatle people! Playboy: Apart from these occupational hazards, are you happy in your work? Do you really enjoy getting pelted by jelly beans and being drowned out by thousands of screaming subteenagers? Ringo: Yes. George: We still find it exciting. John: Well, you know… Paul: After a while, actually, you begin to get used to it, you know. Playboy: Can you really get used to this? Paul: Well, you still get excited when you go onto a stage and the audience is great, you know. But obviously youre not as excited as you were when you first heard that one of your records had reached number one. I mean, you really do go wild with excitement then; you go out drinking and celebrating and things. Ringo: Now we just go out drinkin anyway. Playboy: Do you stick pretty much together offstage? John: Well, yes and no. Groups like this are normally not friends, you know; theyre just four people out there thrown together to make an act. There may be two of them who sort of go off and are friends, you know, but… George: Just what do you mean by that? John: Strictly platonic, of course. But were all rather good friends, as it happens. Playboy: Then you do see a good deal of one another when youre not working? Paul: Well, you know, it depends. We neednt always go to the same places together. In earlier days, of course, when we didnt know London, and we didnt know anybody in London, then we really did stick together, and it would really just be like four fellows down from the north for a coach trip. But nowadays, you know, weve got our own girlfriends—theyre in London—so that we each normally go out with our girlfriends on our days off. Except for John, of course, whos married. Playboy: Do any of the rest of you have plans to settle down? Paul: I havent got any. George: Ringo and I are gettin married. Playboy: Oh? To whom? George: To each other. But thats a thing you better keep a secret. Ringo: You better not tell anybody. George: I mean, if we said something like that, peopled probably think were queers. After all, thats not the sort of thing you can put in a reputable magazine like Playboy. And anyway, we dont want to start the rumor going. Playboy: Wed better change the subject, then. Do you remember the other night when this girl came backstage… George: Naked… Playboy: Unfortunately not. And she said… George: Its been a hard days night. Playboy: No, she pointed at you, George, and said, Theres a Beatle! And you others said, Thats George. And she said, No, its a Beatle! John: And you said, This way to the bedroom. Playboy: No, it was, Would you like us to introduce you to him? John: I like my line better. Playboy: Well, the point is that she didnt believe that there was such a thing as an actual Beatle person. John: Shes right, you know. Playboy: Do you run across many like her? George: Is there any other kind? Playboy: In America, too? Ringo: Everywhere. Playboy: With no exceptions? John: In America, you mean? Playboy: Yes. John: A few. Paul: Yeah. Some of those American girls have been great. John: Like Joan Baez. Paul: Joan Baez is good, yeah, very good. John: Shes the only one I like. George: And Jayne Mansfield, Playboy made her. Paul: Shes a bit different, isnt she? Different. Ringo: Shes soft. George: Soft and warm. Paul: Actually, shes a clot. Ringo: Says Paul, the god of the Beatles. Paul: I didnt mean it, Beatle people! Actually, I havent even met her. But you wont print that anyway, of course, because Playboy is very pro-Mansfield. They think shes a rave. But she really is an old bag. Playboy: By the way, what are Beatle people? John: Its something they use in the fan mags in America. They all start out, Hi there, Beatle people, spect youre wondering what the Fab Foursome are doing these days! Now we use it all the time, too. Paul: Its low-level journalese. John: But I mean, you know, theres nothing wrong with that. Its harmless. Playboy: Speaking of low-level journalese, there was a comment in one of the London papers the other day that paralleled you guys with Hitler. Seriously! It said that you have the same technique of drawing cheers from the crowd… Paul: That power isnt so much us being like Hitler; its that the audiences and the show have got sort of, you know, a Hitler feel about them, because the audience will shout when theyre told to. Thats what that critic was talking about. Actually, that article was one which I really got annoyed about, cause shes never even met us. Playboy: She? Paul: The woman who wrote it. Shes never met us, but she was dead against us. Like that Hitler bit. And she said we were very boring people. The Boresome Foursome, she called us. You know, really, this woman was really just shouting her mouth off about us—as people, I mean. Ringo: Oh, come on. Paul: No, you come on. I rang up the newspaper, you know, but they wouldnt let me speak to her. In actual fact, they said, Well, Ill tell you, the reason we dont give her phone number out is because she never likes to speak to people on the phone because shes got a terrible stutter. So I never did actually follow it up. Felt sorry for her. But I mean, the cheek of her, writing this damn article about us. And telling everybody how were starting riots, and how we were such bores—and shes never even met us, mind you! I mean, we could turn around and say the same about her! I could go and thump her! George: Bastard fascist! Playboy: Ringo… Ringo: Yes, Playboy, sir? Playboy: How do you feel about the press? Has your attitude changed in the last year or so? Ringo: Yes. Playboy: In what way? Ringo: I hate em more now than I did before. Playboy: Did you hear about the riot in Glasgow on the night of your last show there? John: We heard about it after. Playboy: Did you know that the next day there was a letter in one of the Glasgow papers that accused you of directly inciting the violence? Ringo: How can they say that about us? We dont even wiggle. Its not bloody fair. George: Bastards! Paul: Glasgow is like Belfast. Therell probably be a bit of a skirmish there, too. But its not because of us. Its because people in certain cities just hate the cops more than in other cities. George: Right. Paul: There were ridiculous riots last time we were there—but it wasnt riots for us. The crowd was there for us, but the riots after our show… Ringo: All the drunks come out, out of the pubs. Paul: …It was just beatin up coppers. Playboy: They just used the occasion as a pretext to get at the cops? George: Yeah. Paul: In Dublin this trip, did you see where the crowd sort of stopped all the traffic? They even pulled a driver out of a bus. John: They also called out the fire brigade. We had four fire engines this time. Playboy: People were also overturning cars and breaking shop windows. But all this had nothing to do with your show? Paul: Well, its vaguely related, I suppose. Its got something to do with it, inasmuch as the crowds happen to be there because of our show. John: But nobody whos got a bit of common sense would seriously think that 15-year-old girls are going round smashing shop windows on account of us. George: Certainly not. Those girls are eight years old. Playboy: This talk of violence leads to a related question. Do you guys think therell be another war soon? George: Yeah. Friday. Ringo: I hope not. Not just after weve got our money through the taxes. John: The trouble is, if they do start another war, then everybody goes with you. Playboy: Do you think the Rolling Stones will be the first to go? Paul: It wont matter, cause well probably be in London or Liverpool at the time, and when they drop the bomb, itll be in the middle of the city. So we probably wont even know it when it happens. Playboy: We brought this up for a reason, fellows. There was an essay not long ago in a very serious commentary magazine, saying that before every major war in this century, there has been a major wave of public hysteria over certain specific entertainers. There was the Irene Castle craze before World War One… Paul: Oh, yes. George: I remember that well. Playboy: And then; before World War Two, there was the swing craze, with Benny Goodman and Artie Shaw, and all the dancing in the aisles. And now you—before… John: Hold on! Its not our fault! Playboy: Were not saying you may have anything to do with inciting a war… Paul: Thanks. Playboy: But dont you think you may be a symptom of the times, part of an undercurrent thats building up? Paul: That sort of comparison just falls down when you look at it, really. Its just like saying that this morning a fly landed on my bed and that I looked at my watch and it was eight oclock, and that therefore every morning at eight oclock flies land on the bed. It doesnt prove anything just cause it happens a few times. Playboy: Lets move on to another observation about you. Did you know that the Duke of Edinburgh was recently quoted as saying that he thought you were on your way out? John: Good luck, Duke. George: No comment. See my manager. Paul: He didnt say it, though. There was a retraction, wasnt there? John: Yeah, we got a telegram. Wonderful news. Paul: We sent one back. Addressed to Liz and Phil. Playboy: Have you ever met the Queen? John: No, shes the only one we havent met. Weve met all the others. Paul: All the mainstays. Playboy: Winston Churchill? Ringo: No, not him. John: Hes a good lad, though. Playboy: Would you like to meet him? George: Not really. Not more than anybody else. Paul: I dunno. Somebody like that you wish you could have met when he was really at his peak, you know, and sort of doing things and being great. But there wouldnt be a lot of point now, because hes sort of gone into retirement and doesnt do a lot of things anymore. Playboy: Is there any celebrity you would like to meet? Paul: I wouldnt mind meeting Adolf Hitler. George: You could have every room in your house papered. Playboy: Would you like to meet Princess Margaret? Paul: We have. Playboy: How do you like her? Ringo: OK. And Philips OK, too. Playboy: Even after what he supposedly said about you? Ringo: I dont care what he said; I still think hes OK. He didnt say nothing about me personally. Paul: Even if he had said things about us, it doesnt make him worse, you know. Playboy: Speaking of royalty… Paul: Royalty never condemns anything unless its something that they know everybody else condemns. Ringo: If I was royal… Paul: If I was royal I would crack long jokes and get a mighty laugh. If I was royal. George: What would we do with Buckingham Palace? Royaltys stupid. Playboy: You guys seem to be pretty irreverent characters. Are any of you churchgoers? John: No. George: No. Paul: Not particularly. But were not antireligious. We probably seem to be antireligious because of the fact that none of us believe in God. John: If you say you dont believe in God, everybody assumes youre antireligious, and you probably think thats what we mean by that. Were not quite sure what we are, but I know that were more agnostic than atheistic. Playboy: Are you speaking for the group or just for yourself? John: For the group. George: Johns our official religious spokesman. Paul: We all feel roughly the same. Were all agnostics. John: Most people are, anyway. Ringo: Its better to admit it than to be a hypocrite. John: The only thing weve got against religion is the hypocritical side of it, which I cant stand. Like the clergy is always moaning about people being poor, while they themselves are all going around with millions of quid worth of robes on. Thats the stuff I cant stand. Paul: A new bronze door stuck on the Vatican. Ringo: Must have cost a mighty penny. Paul: But believe it or not, were not anti-Christ. Ringo: Just anti-Pope and anti-Christian. Paul: But you know, in America… George: They were more shocked by us saying we were agnostics. John: They went potty; they couldnt take it. Same as in Australia, where they couldnt stand us not liking sports. Paul: In America theyre fanatical about God. I know somebody over there who said he was an atheist. The papers nearly refused to print it because it was such shocking news that somebody could actually be an atheist. Yeah, and admit it. Ringo: He speaks for all of us. Playboy: To bring up another topic thats shocking to some, how do you feel about the homosexual problem? George: Oh yeah, well, were all homosexuals, too. Ringo: Yeah, were all queer. Paul: But dont tell anyone. Playboy: Seriously, is there more homosexuality in England than elsewhere? John: Are you saying theres more over here than in America? Playboy: Were just asking. George: Its just that theyve got crewcuts in America. You cant spot em. Paul: Theres probably a million more queers in America than in England. England may have its scandals—like Profumo and all—but at least theyre heterosexual. John: Still, we do have more than our share of queers, dont you think? Paul: It just seems that way because theres more printed about them over here. Ringo: If they find out that somebody is a bit bent, the press will always splash it about. Paul: Right. Take Profumo, for example. Hes just an ordinary… Ringo: Sex maniac. Paul: …just an ordinary fellow who sleeps with women. Yet its adultery in the eyes of the law, and its an international incident. But in actual fact, if you check up on the statistics, you find that there are hardly any married men whove been completely faithful to their wives. John: I have! Listen, Beatle people… Paul: All right, we all know Johns spotless. But when a thing like that gets into the newspapers, everybody goes very, very Puritan, and they pretend that they dont know what sex is about. George: They get so bloody virtuous all of a sudden. Paul: Yes, and some poor heel has got to take the brunt of the whole thing. But in actual fact, if you ask the average Briton what they really think of the Profumo case, theyd probably say, He was knockin off some bird. So what? Playboy: Incidentally, youve met Mandy Rice-Davies, havent you? George: What are you looking at me for? Playboy: Because we hear she was looking at you. John: We did meet Christine Keeler. Ringo: Ill tell you who I met. I met whats-her-name—April Ashley. John: I met her, too, the other night. Playboy: Isnt she the one who used to be a man, changed her sex and married into the nobility? John: Thats the one. Ringo: She swears at me, you know. But when she sobers up she apologizes. John: Actually, I quite like her. Him. It. That. Paul: The trouble with saying something like, Profumo was just a victim of circumstances or April Ashley isnt so bad, even though shes changed sex—saying things like that in print to most people seems so shocking; whereas in actual fact, if you really think about it, it isnt. Just saying a thing like that sounds much more shocking than it is. Ringo: I got up in the Ad Lib the other night and a big handbag hit me in the gut. I thought it was somebody I knew; I didnt have any glasses on. I said, Hello, and a bloody big worker Arrgghhh. So I just ran into the bog. Because Id heard about things like that. Playboy: What are you talking about? George: He doesnt know. Playboy: Do you? George: Havent the slightest. Playboy: Can you give us a hint, Ringo? Whats the Ad Lib, for example? Ringo: Its a club. George: Like your Peppermint Lounge, and the Whisky à GoGo. Its the same thing. Paul: No, the English version is a little different. John: The Whisky à GoGo is exactly the same, isnt it, only they have someone dancing on the ceiling, dont they? George: Dont be ridiculous. They have two girls dancing on the roof; and in the Ad Lib they have a colored chap. Thats the difference. Playboy: We heard a rumor that one of you was thinking of opening a club. John: I wonder who it was, Ringo. Ringo: I dont know, John. There was a rumor, yes. I heard that one, too. Playboy: Is there any truth to it? Ringo: Well, yes. We was going to open one in Hollywood, but it fell through. John: Dino wouldnt let you take the place over. Ringo: No. Paul: And we decided its not worth it. So we decided to sit tight for six months and then buy… George: America. Playboy: Have you heard about the Playboy Club thats opening in London? Ringo: Yes, Ive heard about it. Playboy: What do you think of our Clubs? Ringo: Theyre for dirty old men, not for the likes of us—dirty young men. Theyre for businessmen that sneak out without their wives knowing, or if their wives sneak out first, for those who go out openly. George: Theres no real fun in a Bunnys fluffy tail. Playboy: Then you dont think a Club will make it here? George: Oh yes, course it will. Ringo: Theres enough dirty old men here. Playboy: Have you ever read the magazine? John: Yes. George: Yes. Ringo: I get my copy every month. Tits. Playboy: Do you read the Philosophy, any of you? Paul: Some of it. When the journeys really long and you cant last out the pictures, you start reading it. Its OK. Playboy: How about Playboys Jazz Poll? Do you read it, too? John: Occasionally. Playboy: Do you enjoy jazz, any of you? George: What kind? Playboy: American jazz. John: Who, for example? Playboy: You tell us. Paul: We only dig those who dig us. Playboy: Seriously, who? Anyone? John: Getz. But only because somebody gave me an album of his. With him and somebody called Iguana, or something like that. Playboy: You mean João Gilberto? John: I dont know. Some Mexican. Playboy: Hes Brazilian. John: Oh. Playboy: Are you guys getting tired of talking? John: No. Paul: No, lets order some drinks. Scotch or Coke? John: Ill have chocolate. George: Scotch for me and Paul and chocolate for the Beatle teenager. John: Scotch is bad for your kidneys. Paul: How about you, Ringo? Dont you want something to keep you awake while youre listening to all this rubbish? Ringo: Ill have a Coke. John: How about you, Playboy, are you man or woman? Paul: Its a Beatle people! George: Whos your fave rave? Paul: I love you! George: How gear. Playboy: Speaking of fave raves, why do you think the rock-n-roll phenomenon is bigger in England than in America? John: Is it? Paul: Yes. You see, in England, after us, you have thousands of groups coming out everywhere, but in America theyve just sort of had the same groups going for ages. Some have made it and some havent, but there arent really any new ones. If wed been over there instead of over here, there probably would have been the same upsurge over there. Our road manager made an interesting point the other day about this difference in America. In America the people who are the big stars are not our age. Theres nobody whos a really big star around our age. Possibly it may seem like a small point, but theres no conscription—no draft—here. In America we used to hear about somebody like Elvis, who was a very big star and then suddenly he was off in the Army. John: And the Everly Brothers. Paul: Yes, the Everly Brothers as well went into the Army at the height of their fame. And the Army seems to do something to singers. It may make them think that what theyre playing is stupid and childish. Or it may make them want to change their style, and consequently they may not be as popular when they come out of the Army. It may also make people forget them, and consequently they may have a harder job getting back on top when they get out. But here, of course, we dont have that problem. John: Except those who go to prison. Paul: Its become so easy to form a group nowadays, and to make a record, that hundreds are doing it—and making a good living at it. Whereas when we started, it took us a couple of years before the record companies would even listen to us, never mind give us a contract. But now, you just walk in and if they think youre OK, youre on. Playboy: Do you think you had anything to do with bringing all this about? John: Its a damn fact. Paul: Not only us. Us and people who followed us. But we were the first really to get national coverage because of some big shows that we did, and because of a lot of public interest in us. Playboy: What do you think is the most important element of your success—the personal appearances or the records? John: Records. Records always have been the main thing. P.A.s follow records. Our first records were made, and then we appeared. Playboy: Followed closely by Beatle dolls. Have you seen them? George: Theyre actually life size, you know. Playboy: The ones weve seen are only about five inches high. Paul: Well, were midgets, you see. Playboy: How does it make you feel to have millions of effigies of yourselves decorating bedsides all over the world? Dont you feel honored to have been immortalized in plastic? After all, theres no such thing as a Frank Sinatra doll or an Elvis Presley doll. George: Whod want an ugly old crap doll like that? Playboy: Would you prefer a George doll, George? George: No, but Ive got a Ringo doll at home. Playboy: Did you know that youre probably the first public figures to have dolls made of them—except maybe Yogi Berra? John: In Jellystone Park. Do you mean the cartoon? Playboy: No. Didnt you know that the cartoon character is based on a real person—Yogi Berra, the baseball player? George: Oh. Playboy: Didnt you know that? John: I didnt know that. Paul: Well, theyre making us into a cartoon, too, in the States. Its a series. John: The highest achievement you could ever get. Paul: We feel proud and humble. Playboy: Did you know, George, that at the corner of 47th Street and Broadway in New York, there is a giant cutout of you on display? George: Of me? Playboy: Life size. Ringo: Nude. Playboy: No—but the reason we mention it is that this is really a signal honor. For years on that corner, theres been a big store with life-size cutouts of Marilyn Monroe, Anita Ekberg or Jayne Mansfield in the window. John: And now its George. Paul: The only difference is theyve got bigger tits. Ringo: I suppose thats one way of putting it. George: The partys getting rough. Im going to go to bed. You carry on, though; Ill just stop my ears with cotton—so as not to hear the insults and the smutty language. Playboy: Weve just about run out of steam anyway. John: Do you have all you need? Playboy: Enough. Many thanks, fellows. John: Course a lot of it you wont be able to use—crap and bloody and tit and bastard and all. Playboy: Wait and see. Ringo: Finish your Scotch before you go. John: You dont mind if I climb into bed, do you? Im frazzled. Playboy: Not at all. Good night. Ringo: Good night, Playboy. George: Its been a hard days night.

Hey Steve Don’t leave the game Take some oak logs and craft some planks Remember to never dig straight down Then you begin to play Minecraft Hey Steve Don’t log off Build a house and craft a sword The minute you head into the mine Then you begin to play Minecraft And any time you see some mobs Hey Steve, kill them Don’t eat the flesh from the zombies For when you know that you’re a noob You forget torches and find some coal ore in the dark Hey Steve Don’t quit Minecraft You have iron, now go and smelt it Remember to use some coal for fuel Then you begin to play Minecraft So put it in and watch it smelt into ingots And craft them into some armor And don’t you know that there are mobs That want to kill you Take your sword and kill them all Hey Steve Don’t leave the game Take some oak logs and craft some planks Remember to never dig straight down Then you begin to play Minecraft Minecraft Minecraft Minecraft Minecraft Minecraft Oh yeah Na, na, na, na na na na, na na na na, hey Steve Na, na, na, na na na na, na na na na, hey Steve

There were bells on a hill But I never heard them ringing No, I never heard them at all Till there was you There were birds in the sky But I never saw them winging No, I never saw them at all Till there was you Then there was music and wonderful roses They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows Of dawn and you There was love all around But I never heard it singing No, I never heard it at all Till there was you Then there was music and wonderful roses They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows Of dawn and you There was love all around But I never heard it singing No, I never heard it at all Till there was you Till there was you

Well Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Dont Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Dont Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Doll My Baby Doll My Baby Doll Well Shes The One In The Red Blue Jeans Shes The Queen Of All The Team Shes The Woman Walking That I Know Shes The Woman That Loves Me So Well Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Dont Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Dont Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Doll My Baby Doll My Baby Doll Well Shes The Woman Whos Got That Beat Shes The Woman With The Flying Feet Shes The Woman Walk Around The Store Shes The Woman Gives Me More More More Well Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Dont Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Dont Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Doll My Baby Doll My Baby Doll Well Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Dont Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Dont Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula Shes My Baby Doll My Baby Doll My Baby Doll

My Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea My Bonnie lies over the ocean Oh bring back my Bonnie to me My Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea Well my Bonnie lies over the ocean Yeah bring back my Bonnie to me Yeah bring back, ah bring back Oh bring back my Bonnie to me to me Oh bring back, oh bring back Oh bring back my Bonnie to me Well my Bonnie lies over the ocean My Bonnie lies over the sea Yeah my Bonnie lies over the ocean Oh I said bring back my Bonnie to me Yeah bring back, ah bring back Oh bring back my Bonnie to me to me Oh bring back, ah bring back Oh bring back my Bonnie to me

Well... I got a woman, way over town Thats good to me, oh yeah Say I got a woman, way over town Good to me, oh yeah She give me money when I’m in need Yeah, shes a kind of friend indeed I got a woman, way over town Thats good to me, oh yeah She saves her lovin’, early in the mornin Just for me, oh yeah She saves her lovin, early in the mornin Just for me, oh yeah She saves her lovin, just for me Yeah she loves me, so tenderly I got a woman, way over town Shes good to me, oh yeah Shes there to love me Both day and night Never grumbles or fusses Always treats me right Never runnin in the streets And leavin’ me alone She knows a woman’s place Is right there, now, in her home I got a woman, way over town Thats good to me, oh yeah Say I got a woman, way over town That’s good to me, oh yeah Oh shes my baby, oh dont you understand Yeah, and Im her lover man I got a woman, way over town That’s good to me, oh yeah Oh dont you know shes all right Oh dont you know shes all right Shes all right, shes all right Whoa yeah, oh yeah

I got my mojo working, but it just dont work on you I got my mojo working, but it just dont work on you I want to love you so bad, till I just dont know what to do Im going down to Louisiana, to get me a mojo hand Im going down to Louisiana, to get me a mojo hand Im gonna have all you women, get you under my command I got my mojo working Got my mojo working I got my mojo working Got my mojo working I got my mojo working Got my mojo working I got my mojo working Got my mojo working But it just dont work on me I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I got a whole lot of tricks keeping here on ice I got my mojo working Got my mojo working I got my mojo working Got my mojo working I got my mojo working Got my mojo working I got my mojo working Got my mojo working But it just dont work on me

Well, My baby said shes traveling on the one after 909 She said move over honey, Im traveling on that line She said move over once, Move over twice Come on baby dont be cold as ice She said shes traveling on the one after 909 I begged her not to go, and I begged her on my bended knees She said youre only fooling round, only fooling round with me I said move over once, move over twice Come on, baby, dont be cold as ice She said shes travelling on the one after 909 Pick up my bag, run to the station Railman said youve got the wrong location Pick up my bag, run right home Then I find youve got the number wrong Well, she said shes travelling on the one after 909 I said move over honey Im travelling on that line I said move over once, move over twice Come on, baby, dont be cold as ice She said shes travelling on the one after 909 Well, she said shes travelling on the one after 909 I said move over honey Im travelling on that line I said move over once, move over twice Come on baby dont be cold as ice Said shes travelling on the one after 9-0 Said shes travelling on the one after 9-0 Said shes travelling on the one after

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But her eyes, they tantalize Oh, her lips, they really thrill me Ill take my chances, for romance is So important to me Shell never hurt me, she wont desert me Shes an angel sent to me No, no, this I cant believe No, no, nay will she deceive I cant believe that shell ever, ever go Not when she hugs me and says she loves me so Shell never hurt me, she wont desert me Listen, cant you see? Oh, no, no, no, this I cant believe No, no, nay will she deceive Dont take chances if your romance is So important to you Shell never hurt me, she wont desert me Shes an angel sent to me No, no, no, no, this I cant believe No, no, nay will she deceive Cause shes an angel sent to me No, shes an angel sent to me

Cha-cha Besame, besame mucho Each time I bring you a kiss I hear music divine So besame, besame mucho I love you forever Say that youll always be mine Cha-cha-boom! Dearest one, if you should leave me Then each little dream will take wings And my life would be through Oh besame besame mucho Ooh I love you forever You make all my dreams come true Ooh this joy is something new My arms theyre holding you I never knew this thrill before Who ever thought Id be Holding you close to me Whispering, Its you I adore Cha-cha-boom! Dearest one, if you should leave me Then each little dream will take wings And my life would be through Oh besame besame mucho Ooh I love you forever You make all my dreams come true Oh this joy is something new My arms theyre holding you I never knew this thrill before Who ever thought Id be Holding you close to me Whispering, Its you I adore Oh so dearest one, if you should leave me Then each little dream will take wings And my life would be through Oh so besame besame mucho I love you forever Make all my dreams come true Ooh love you for ever Make all my dreams come true Ooh love you for ever Make all my dreams come true

That was a, a Little Richard number that the boys rather like and hope you liked it, Ooh! My Soul. And, ooh, my arms! Weve, weve just flown in to Manchester here from London to record this show. Ha, ha. Well, its, ha, ha, its good to see you again, fellers, in these, er, foreign parts. How are you? Very well, thank you Oh, great! Oh, great, yeah, its just fine Yeah Well, what are you doing at the moment, by the way? Ah, were playing in Liverpool at the moment and weve never been there months, you see, so its-- Its good to be back Yeah, its great! Anybody over there like a request that you can do right now? Well, well do a request for everybody Yeah Good, what do you suggest? Er, Dont Ever Change, one of the oldies

And now, here they are! The Beatles! Well shake it up baby, now Twist and shout Cmon cmon, cmon, cmon, baby, now  Come on and work it on out Well you twist your little girl  You know you twist so fine Come on and twist a little closer, now And let me know that youre mine Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now

Now George always gets his fair share at west cards, but this one is really funny, would you read it out George? It says, do you like the flowerpot man? And I think

Well, shake it up‚ baby‚ now Twist and shout Cmon cmon, cmon, cmon‚ baby, now Come on and work it on out Well, work it on out You know you look so good You know you got me goin‚ now Just like I knew you would Well, shake it up, baby, now Twist and shout Cmon cmon, cmon, cmon, baby, now Come on and work it on out You know you twist your little girl You know you twist so fine Come on and twist a little closer, now And let me know that youre mine Baby, now Twist and shout Cmon cmon, cmon, cmon, baby, now Come on and work it on out You know you twist your little girl You know you twist so fine Come on and twist a little closer, now And let me know that youre mine Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now

Well they took some honey from a tree Dressed it up and they called it me Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby, now Woke up last night, half past four Fifty women knocking on my door Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby, now Went out last night, I didnt stay late Before I got home I had nineteen dates Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby, now Went out last night, I didnt stay late Before I got home I had nineteen dates Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby, now Well they took some honey from a tree Dressed it up and they called it me Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby Everybodys trying to be my baby, now