Tekster:
The Beatles

Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in

Free as a bird It's the next best thing to be Free as a bird Home, home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly As a bird on wings Whatever happened to

Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Twist and shout (Twist and shout) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on baby) Come on and work

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something I think you'll understand When I say that something I want to hold your hand I want to hold your hand I want to hold

Once there was a way to get back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Golden slumbers

Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical Science in the home Late nights all alone with her test tube Oh, oh oh oh Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine

I'd like to be Under the sea In an octopus' garden In the shade He'd let us in Knows where we've been In his octopus' garden In the shade I'd ask my

Well you should see Polythene Pam She's so good-looking but she looks like a man Well you should see her in drag dressed in her polythene bag Yes you

Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time I never give you