In
nineteen-sixty-four, when they came to our shore, their first tour here it was not a
failure
From city to
city, chased by girls very pretty, they put upon show after show
They stages they
played, and the fans they all stayed, and went where the Beatles did go
Rock and roll it
was young, the songs that they sung came with dancing and the grinding of
hips
That brought their parents to swear that their kids won’t be there, and words of love they fell
from their lips
Four lads
from Liverpool, with Ringo playing the fool, while young George was silent and strong
And with Paul and
with John, who were urging them on, they couldn't stay still for too long
I’ve just seen a
face, and Strawberry Fields is the place, where I just want to be holding your
hand
With your face in
a jar, you could be driving my car, when I saw stand there in the sand
Norwegian Wood
saw me through, all my loving woudl it do, if I fell in love with you I’d feel
fine
How I loved all
their songs, they could right all my wrongs, that part of my youth was devine
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