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Come and show me the magic |
Of your Hollywood song |
You became a legend of the silver screen |
And now the thought of meeting you |
Makes me weak in the knee |
Oh honey pie, you are driving me frantic |
Sail across the Atlantic |
To be where you belong |
Will the wind that blew her boat |
Across the sea |
Kindly send her sailing back to me |
Honey pie, you are making me crazy |
I'm in love but I'm lazy |
So won't you please come home |
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together |
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly |
I'm crying |
Sitting on a cornflake |
Waiting for the van to come |
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday |
Man, you've been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long |
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen |
I am the walrus, goo goo a'joob |
Mister City p'liceman sitting, pretty little p'licemen in a row |
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run |
I'm crying, I'm crying |
I'm crying, I'm crying |
Yellow-matter custard |
Dripping from a dead dog's eye |
Crab a locker fishwife, pornographic priestess |
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down |
I am the eggman, they are the egg men |
I am the walrus, goo goo a'joob |
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun |
If the sun don't come, you get a tan from standing in the English rain |
I am the egg man (Now good sir, what are you?) |
They are the egg men (A poor man, made tame to fortune's blows) |
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob (Good pity) |
G'goo goo g'joob |
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See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied |
I'm crying |
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Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe |
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen |
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob |
Goo goo a'joob g'goo goo g'joob, g'goo |
Joob! Joob! Joob! |
Joob! Joob! Joob! |
Joob! Joob! Joob! Joob! Joob! |
Joob! Joob! |
Joob! Joob! |
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper |
Everybody's got one, everybody's got one |
“Villain, take my Purse |
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my Body |
And give the Letters which thou findst about me |
To Edmund Earl of Gloucester: seek him out upon the English Party |
Oh, untimely death, death–” |
“I know thee well, a serviceable Villain; as duteous to the Vices of thy Mistress as badness would desire” |
“What, is he dead?” |
“Sit you down, Father; rest you” |
I'm a loser |
I'm a loser |
And I'm not what I appear to be |
Of all the love I have won or have lost |
There is one love I should never have crossed |
She was a girl in a million, my friend |
I should have known she would win in the end |
I'm a loser |
And I lost someone who's near to me |
I'm a loser |
And I'm not what I appear to be |
Although I laugh and I act like a clown |
Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown |
My tears are falling like rain from the sky |
Is it for her or myself that I cry |
I'm a loser |
And I lost someone who's near to me |
I'm a loser |
And I'm not what I appear to be |
What have I done to deserve such a fate |
I realize I have left it too late |
And so it's true, pride comes before a fall |