Only Hard-Core Beatles Fans Can Finish These Lyrics
Are you the walrus? Or just some fake Beatles-lyrics expert wannabe?
In Penny Lane there is a fireman-
with an hourglass.
with an eyeglass.
with a high glass.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there,
What does he care?
Nobody cares.
Nothing is fair.
He blew his mind out in a car;
He didn't notice that the sign was there.
He didn't notice that the lights had changed.
He didn't notice that the lights were green.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it for her.
Then you begin to make it better.
Then you can start, to make it better.
He got hair down to his knee,
Got to be a joker he just do what you please.
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease.
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free.
Sitting on a cornflake,
Climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Waiting for the english sun.
Waiting for the van to come.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,
Caressing and undressing me.
Incessantly caressing me.
Possessing and caressing me.
I say high, you say low. You say why,
and I say I don't know.
and I say oh, oh no.
and I say go, go, go.
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter,
Little darling, it feels like years since we've been gone.
Little darling, it feels like years since we've been near.
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here.
