She speaks all over me of yesterday
I ain't no macca, she should know
Oh, lorde, have mercy with my voice and soul
Where paul could I wish to go
Before the sound breaks all the morning lights
There is a goal I wosh to see
To joint the beatli squad as number five
On the river mersey down to here
Give me some coal to boost the fire, man
Load it barrels all the way
Just like a loaded gun that sings and can
I need to keep me lava burn
There is a secret hiding in the air
My brother Paul could read the sign
Hot-blooded, nature, hip and cool and fair
A viking boat, a horse, a lion