I dreamed I saw the Beatles, I was only about nine or perhaps one after
My uncle dropped us off complete with our long hair, there were girls everywhere
I could see quite clearly as the Beatles ran to the stage, everyone went wild no matter
Their age
Julia, sitting next to me, she was just seventeen, she was, oh yeah, she was my first stirring
Heart till I let it be
John, Paul, George, and Ringo changed me, I saw them on Sullivan and Vaughn and Trump
The sixties were Vietnam and questioning God, my innocence was shaped by their words
The guitars and songs I got to admit my dream was getting better, was getting better, a
Little better in every way
Hey, it wasn't a dream, I was standing there, I had good seats and it went by too fast
It wasn't Eleanor, Michelle or Anna, hey, could have been Rita next to me, and yes, I
Did see her standing there now, if I could only hold her hand, yeah, yeah, yeah
And when I was sixty-four, I started to dream about the blessing of the sixties, we had
It all and didn't know, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just want to say thanks, boys, from across the universe, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah