We all live in a Yellow Submarine
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine,
Yellow Submarine Full speed ahead, Mr. Boatswain. Full speed ahead. Full speed it is, sir. Action stations! Action stations! Aye, sir, aye. Captain, Captain!
As we live a life of ease Every one of us has all we need Sky of blue and sea of green In our Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, We all live in a Yellow Submarine,
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine
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 a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people
Where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear No-one comes near Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people,
where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the gr
No-one was saved All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Woe... is me. Liverpool can be a lonely place on a Saturday night. And this is only Thursday morning. Compared with my life,
Eleanor Rigby's was a gay, mad whirl. Nothing ever happens to me. I feel like an old, splintered drumstick. I'd jump into the River Mersey, but it looks like rain. Nothing ever happens to me. Puss, puss-puss. Puss, puss, puss. Here, pussy. Here, pussy, pussy, pussy.
Here, pussy, pussy. Ahem, er... Would you believe me if I told you I w being followed
by a yellow submarine? No, I would not. Oh yeah, I didn't think you would. I could have sworn there
was a yellow submarine. But that isn't logical, is it? It must have been one of them
unidentified flying cupcakes or a figment of my imagination. But I don't have an imagination. Help, help, help! Thanks, I don't need any. Help! Won't you please, please help me? Be specific. ...Blue Meanies! ?1
Once upon a time or maybe twice, there was an unearthly paradise called Pepperland. or lie, I'm not too sure. Pepperland is a tickle of joy on the blue belly of the universe. It must be scratched. Right, Max? Yes, Your Blueness.
What?! We Meanies only take no for an answer. Is that understood, Max? No, Your Blueness. That's better. Are the troops in readiness? No, your Blueness. The Bonkers? No. Clowns?
No. Snapping Turks? No. Anti-music missiles? No. The dreadful Flying Glove? No. Splendid! Today, Pepperland goes bluely! Fire!
The Meanies are coming! The Meanies are coming! Glove, Glove, come here, Glove! Look out there, and what do you see? Tell him, Max. Someone running, Glove. Well, you'll soon put a stop to that, won't you, Glovey? Go, Glove, point!
And having pointed, pounce down! I haven't laughed so much since Pompei What?! What?! The Glove is losing his touch. Do your worst! Explode them! It's not polite to point! Thing of beauty... destroy it for ever! Sir, Sir, the Meanies are coming!
Not here, Young Fred. They wouldn't dare. They would. They are. What are you going to do? Finish the quartet. Fire! Trio, sir? Duet, sir? Duet? Solo!
Young Fred, the Blue Meanies are coming! our forefathers... Our quartet? and foremothers... Another quartet? made it in
this yellow submarine... What, that little thing? to Pepperland. Climb aboard, Young Fred.
But, sir, I can't even make my soap float. I'm appointing you Lord Admiral. Lord Admiral? In that event, yes. Hurry, Young Fred. Go! Get help! Where should I go? No time for trivialities. In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed on to the sun Till we found the sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In
our Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine
Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine And our friends are all aboard Many more of them live next door And the band begins to play What you need is... 'H' for hurry, 'E' for ergent, 'L' for love me and 'P' for p-p-please Hiya, baby! Your story has touched my heart. Jump in, we'll get my friends.
Bless you! Did I sneeze? Just park it here. I'll just park it here. What would your friends be doing her Displaying. Displaying what? Displaying around. Can't we take one of these? No. I only work with my mates.
Frankenstein? I used to go out with his sister. His sister? Yeah. Phyllis. Hey, I wonder what would happen if I pulled this lever. You mustn't do that. Can't help it. I'm a born lever-puller. Ringo, I've just had
the strangest dream. I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach. Now listen to Old Fred. ...Blue Meanies! What do you think? I think he needs a rehearsal. When do we leave? Let's get the other two, John. What day is it?
Sitarday. Then George will be here. George, what are you doing up there? Now, what is it, Ringo? Is there a matter you'd like to take up or down? This chap here... ...Blue Meanies! You're nuts, the pair of you.
Wait a minute, that's my car. How do you know it's your car? I'd know it anywhere. What's it look like, then? It's red with yellow wheels. I mean, blue with orange wheels. It's all in the mind. Move over, I'm driving. I got here first. I'll drive, if you like.
No, you sit in the middle. I'm sitting in the middle. You said you were driving. I am driving. I'll get in the back, then. Do you think we're interrupting something? I think so. We'd better find Paul, hadn't we? It's all in the mind.
Try one of those doors. Yes, they do look very nice, don't t Yes, they do. They do, though, don't they? Yes, they do. Don't dey, dough? Dough? Don't ask. Dat's dough. What's the matter, fellas?
I think... Well? I've forgotten. Right, then, let's get this vessel shipshape. I kind of like the way it is, submarine shape. So, this is a submarine. Soft, isn't it? Not if you're on the bottom.
All right, lads, time to stow the gab and turn to. Groovy. How do you start this thing? It starts with a Blue Meanie attack. Supposing there's no Blue Meanies in the neighborhood? Then you start looking for a switch. Perhaps this is it. One, two, three, four Can I have a little more?
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten I love you A, B, C, D Can I bring my friend to tea? E, F, G, H, l, J I love you Sail the ship Chop the tree Skip the rope Look at me
All together now All together now (all together now), all together now (all together now) All together now (all together now), all together now Black, white, green, red Can I take my friend to bed? Pink, brown, yellow, orange and blue I love you (All together now) All together now (all together now),
all together now (all together now) All together now, All together now (all together now), all together now (all together now) All together now (all together now), all together now (all together now) All together now Sail the ship Chop the tree Skip the rope
Look at me All together now All together now (all together now), all together now (all together now) All together now (all together now), all together now (all together now) All together now (all together now), all together now (all together now) All together now (all together now), all together now (all together now)
All together now! What time is it? It's time for time. Look, the hands are slowing down. Do you ever get the feeling... Yeah. that things aren't as rosy as they appear to be under the surface What's happening, John? In my humble opinion,
we've become involved in Einstein's time-space continuum theory. Relatively speaking, that is. Maybe time's gone on strike. What for? Shorter hours. I don't blame it. It must be very tiring being time, mustn't it?
Why? It's a twenty-four hour day, isn't i You surprise me, Ringo. Why? Dealing in abstracts. Just because I'm a drummer... I don't half feel funny. You're not half the lad you used to Look, everything's getting bigger. It's not.
It's us that are getting smaller... I want my mum. and younger. There you are, lads. Old Fred will get you out of all this. Look at that! It's all a load of Father Xmas's. It's not. It's Father Time. How do you know? I read it in a book.
I don't want to alarm you, but the years are going backwards. What's that mean, Old Fred? If we slip back through time at this rate, very soon we'll all disappear up our own existence. What are we gonna do, then? We could always try a few buttons. I want my mum.
Time's fast running out for us, I'm afraid. Can't we do something to the clock? What do you mean, John? Move the hands forward, see what happens. Clever lad. Something strange is happening. It's speeding up now. Funny... a submarine
remarkably like our own. Uncannily. There's someone in it. Look. And they're waving. It's a group of fellas. Wave back. Maybe we're both part of a
vast yellow submarine fleet. There's only two of us. Then I would suggest that
yonder yellow submarine is ourselves going backwards... ...in time! Look at Ringo. Oh dear, we're all the same. Senile delinquents. And I can hear my beard growing. We'd better do something. When I get older, losing my hair Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valenti Birthday greetings, bottle of wine If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? You'll be older, too And if you say the word I could stay with you
I could be handy mending a fuse When your lights have gone You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings, go for a ride Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? Every summer we can rent a cottage
in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck and Dave Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? Well, correct me if I'm wrong, gentlemen, but would you agree that we have been passing through the Sea of Time? That would explain a few things.
I'm glad I'm not young any more. Or was it old? What kind of a sea is this? The Sea of Science. Oh, yeah. If you're listening to this song You may think the chords are going wrong But they're not He just wrote it like that
When you're listening late at night You may think the band are not quite right But they are They just play it like that It doesn't really matter what chords I play What words I say or time of day it is Cause it's only a Northern Song
It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear Or how I fare or if my hair is brown When it's only a Northern Song If you think the harmony Is a little dark and out of key You're correct There's nobody there And I told you there's no-one there. He looks wrong.
He doesn't look at all well. In fact, he's horrible. He's so ugly. Really ugly! Somebody push a button. There's a Cyclops. Can't be. He's got two eyes. Then it must be a bi-Cyclops. There's another one. A whole cyclopedia.
There's a school of whales. They look a bit old for school. University, then. University of Whales. They look like dropouts to me. You've got to steer clear. Steer clear? Yes, steer. Clear? Yes, dear. Now, whatever you do,
don't touch that button. Which button? That one. This one? That was the panic button. Poor Ringo. Poor lad. Never did no harm to no-one. Lads, now Ringo's gone, what are we gonna do?
Learn to sing trios. No, let's save the poor devil. I see footsteps. It's a pair of kinky boot-beasts. Preparing to attack. I don't half miss Ringo. He's far out there. Always was. Here comes Ringo! 'H' is for hurry...!
There goes Ringo. It's seen us. Find a boxing button. Whoever heard of a boxing button? Who cares? Find one. Fire one! Uh-oh, wrong one. That. There goes Ringo again. Rides well, doesn't he?
'E' is for ergent... Oh no, not the dreaded vacuum again. We'll be sucked into oblivion. Or even further. Put her in reverse. So long, sucker. Too much. Too soon. Reverse! Reverse! Ringo time.
'L' is for love me... Indians! Help! Help! 'P' is for please... So, press a button. How was it, Ringo? 'Arrowing. Look who's back. Full speed ahead. Oh, no.
The motor's packing in. By all the sea nymphets, we're losing power. We're being swallowed. What shall we do? Serve tea. Lovely. By Neptune's knickerbockers, she's puttered out. Maybe we should call a road service.
Can't. No road. And we're not sub-scribers. Subscribers...! I know something about motors. Let me have a look. Here. Is that the motor? Can't you tell one when you see one? Of course I can.
Let me peruse it. What do you think? I think I burned my finger. Here, lads. Look at this. What do you think it is? Nothing. Looks like nothing. It's a local inhabitant. He's probably one of the nothings. At least that's something.
Let's show him our motor. Steady on. You don't want to show your motor to just anybody. But this is a nobody. Medic, pedic, zed oblique, orphic, morphic, dorphic, Greek. Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo. So little time, so much to know. Can you tell us where we're at? A true Socratic query, that.
And who the Billy Shears are you? Who? Who indeed am I? Jeremy? Hillary? Boob? Ph.D.? Who? Eminent physicist, polyglot, classicis prize-winning botanist, hard biting satirist,
talented pianist, good dentist, too. Lousy poet. Critic's voice, take your choice. Must be one of them angry young men. Or a daffy old creep. l, daffy old creep? Do you speak English? Old English, middle, a dialect, pure Well, do you speak English?
You know, I'm not sure. He's so smart, he doesn't even remember what he knows Why don't we show him our motor? Should we really... show him our mot He may not have seen one before. Turbo-prop, super-combustible spring. Metrocyclonic and stereophonic, this motor, I see, has a broken down t He fixed it.
He fixed it? Great. Let's go. I must complete my bust, two novels, finish my blueprints, begin my beguine Must you always talk in rhyme? If I spoke prose, you'd all find out, I don't know what I talk about. Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo. So little time, so much to know. Hey, fellas. Look.
The footnotes for my 19th book. This is my standard procedure for doin And while I compose it, I'm also reviewing it. A boob for all seasons. How can he lose? Were your notices good? It's my policy never to read my review There must be a word for what he is. He's a real Nowhere Man
Sitting in his Nowhere Land Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to Isn't he a bit like you and me Nowhere Man, please listen, You don't know what you're missing Nowhere Man, the world is at your command
He's as blind as he can be, Just sees what he wants to see Nowhere Man, can you see me at all? Nowhere Man, don't worry, Take your time, don't hurry Leave it all till somebody else lends you a hand # Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me Nowhere Man, please listen, You don't know what you're missing Nowhere Man, the world is at your command He's a real Nowhere Man, Sitting in his nowhere land Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody Making all his Nowhere plans
for nobody Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody Okay, men, all aboard. Let's go somewhere. What about him? He's happy enough going around in circles. Poor little fella. I don't know.
Ringo's just a sentimentalist. Look at him. Can't he come with us? Mr. Boob, you can come with us, if you like. You mean, you'd take a Nowhere Man? Come on, we'll take you somewhere. Okay, Booby. Down the hatch. Down the hatch. A quite curious phrase.
The middle South Midlands Victorian phase. Its usage undoubtedly on the increase. I must work it into my New Statesman piece. That's the hatch, friend. Indeed. Steady now, crew. Prepare to go forward. Forward.
Forward. Forward. Forward. Forward! It's awfully quiet. What shall we do, Jeremy? Repair, revive, revamp, renew. Ipse dixit, just turn the screw. Log sign, clog sign, big thingamabob What's he saying?
What's he doing? Chewing gum will do the job. A turn of the screw, and all is and all is new. I can't stop her. 'H' is for hurry, 'E' is for ergent, 'L' is for love me 'P' is for... goodbye? That was lovely, Jeremy. We've lost the sub for good.
Or for bad. Or for worse. I'm sorry about that. But he did fix the motor. Where are we? It looks like the foothills. The foothills of what? The foothills of the headlands. Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees
and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers That grow so incredibly high Newspaper taxis appear on the shore Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds and you're gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Picture yourself on a train in a stati With Plasticine porters with looking glass ties Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Carry on, lads, carry on. Certainly was carrying on. I feel a draft. We must be near the Sea of Holes. Don't you think we should ask somebody for directions?
Excuse us... Can you tell us the way to Pepperlan Thanks. Gosh, look at all this dust? Where did it come from? A chemical error and quite imprecise. This is a condiment... Condi... A spice. He's right, you know. It's pepper.
Pepper? Pepper. John? Paul? George? Is anybody home? Where are we? A holey sea. This place reminds me of Blackburn, Lancashire.
Oh, boy... How many do you think there are in all? Enough to fill the Albert Hall. Didn't Old Fred mention something about the Sea of Holes just before the Sea of Green? Yeah. Through one of them slots must be the Sea of Green.
But which? Which one? Thesis, antithesis, synthesis, causes of causal causation. Jeremy, what do you know about holes? There are simply no holes in my education. You mean you haven't composed a whole book? Great. What shall we do? Be empirical. Look.
The booby's making more and more sense. It's getting better all the time. Great. Come on, let's all look for the Sea of Green. The Sea of Holes... into the Sea of Green. Hydrolate, verdant chrysodine. I think we're near the Sea of Green. I've got a hole in my pocket.
Where's Jeremy? He was over there. He's not here now. He must have jumped ship, then. He wouldn't do that. He's our friend. Booby, Jeremy, Hillary, where are you? Sea of Green... Pepperland.
A bit salty around the edges. Looks all dingy. And drab. And quiet. Safe at last. And none the worse for our adventures. Reminiscent in many ways of the late Mr. Ulysses. There's an eye in the apples. There she blows!
Lord Mayor, sir... I've made it, I'm back. Who's this? Our Lord Mayor. He's been bonked. Lord Mayor, sir... unbonk yourself. Even a little snatch of a tune might get him up again. All right, let's sing.
Have you got time to rectify, time to rectify... Do I hear music? Do I see... Young Fred? You do, Lord Mayor. Bless my metronome. And did you bring help? Yes, yes. Look. Holy pizzicato, Young Fred. It's quite uncanny, your faces...
We're quite cute, really. You could pass for the originals. We are the originals. No, no... Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. They couldn't be much with a name like that. Sergeant Pepper? You could impersonate them and rally the land to rebellion. Where are your instruments?
Lost in the Monstrous Sea. Sea of Monsters. We'll get other instruments, Lord Mayor. Not a chance. The Meanies captured everything that market music. They hate music that much, do they? They shrink at the very sound. Okay, you guys. It's shrinking time in Pepperland. Aim, fire! He reminds me of my old English teacher. Look, if you must shout, shout quietly. What do we do? Coagulate with the crowd. Cut-outs at the ready. Then let's cut out. What a grand bandstand.
That's where the gear's kept. Come on. Cavey, cavey. All right, the coast is clear. Now's our chance. But how'll we get over...? Easy. Follow me. A-ha! You fools! It's not very light in here, is it? Shh! Keep the noise down.
Look what I found. It's their uniforms. Nice bit of gear, that. They'll look great on, eh? Dey will, won't dey? Won't dey, dough. How do I look? Groovy. How about me? Bad scene, lads. We're surrounded. Oh, heck.
A million billion Meanies. They're coming this way. Hide! Do you think they heard us? I hope not. What did you say? Shh! Good plan. Look. They're all asleep. They look cute when they're asleep.
Almost human. Come on. Let's get out of here. On tiptoe. Tiptoe through the Meanies... Shh! Let's exude. Relax, lads. Not a Meanie in sight. Not even a teeny Meanie. Not even a teeny-weeny Meanie.
Look. Breakfast. I'm dying for a bit of brekky. Look out. Sound off, one, two, three, four... One, two, three, four... Five. Five? Sound off, one, two, three... Four. One, two, three...
Four. One, two... Three. Three? Two. Two? One. One? Are you Bluish? You don't look Bluish.
Run for it. Right, men. We've made it. Instruments at the ready. Okay, on the beat. A-one, a-two, a-three, a-four, a-five, a-six. Can't you make it three? All right. On the beat of three... A-one, a-two, a-three... It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play
They've been going in and out of style But they're guaranteed to raise a smil So may I introduce to you, The act you've known for all these yea Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band We hope you will enjoy the show Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Sit back and let the evening go
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band It's wonderful to be here, it's certainly a thrill You're such a lovely audience, we'd like to take you home with us We'd love to take you home I don't really wanna stop the show, But I thought you might like to know
That the singer's gonna sing a song, And he wants you all to sing along So let me introduce to you, The one and only Billy Shears Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Billy Shears! What would you think if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up
and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song And I'll try not to sing out of key The hills are alive... ...with the sound of music. Who is responsible for this? Rimsky Korsakov? Guy Lombardo? My dear friend... let us not forget that heaven is blue. Tomorrow, the world! Bring in my Bloobers. Who? Who? Who? Who? There you are,
my little Glovey-dovey. Go get thee hence and destroy yon upstarts. Smash them! Squash them! Crash them! Oblue-terate them! Here, your Blueness, have some nasty medicine. The Glove, the Glove, the Glove! Glove? Glove?
Glove? Glove? He's a clever lad, isn't he? Open your mouth, it won't hurt. John, you haven't half got a big mouth haven't you? It's easy. All you need is love. Love, love, love Love, love, love
Love, love, love There's nothing you can do that can't be done Nothing you can sing that can't be sung Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy All you need is love All you need is love
All you need is love, love, Love is all you need Nothing you can know that isn't known, Nothing you can see that isn't shown There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be It's easy All you need is love, (All together now) All you need is love,
(Everybody) All you need is love, love, Love is all you need All you need is love All you need is love All you need is love, love Go, Glove, lovely Glove. You took the words right out of my mouth, John. Hey, wait, and watch.
It's all in the mind, you know. Love is all you need Love is all you need Hey, that's a funny place to leave a goldfish bowl. In Pepperland, all things are possible. It's not a goldfish bowl. Just a big glass bowl, then. It's blue glass.
It must be from Kentucky. There's something inside. Four fellas. What are they doing there? They're not having a ball, that's for sure. It can't be. It's us. But we're here. It's Sgt. Pepper's...
Lonely... Hearts Club... Band. The resemblance is truly striking. If I could come in here I think the theory put forward by Einstein could well be applied here. The people in the ball are obviously extensions of our own personalities,
suspended, as it were, in time, frozen in space, according to the now famous Theory of Relativity, which, briefly explained, is simply a matter of taking two eggs. John! beating lightly and adding a little salt and pepper... John! George?
How do we get them out? Break the glass. We can't. It's Beatle-proof. Nothing is Beatle-proof. Have you got your drumsticks with you? A drum break might shatter it. No, I haven't. Have a look in your pocket. I've got a hole in my pocket. I wonder if...
Yeah, it still works. We take back all we said. You're a genius, a sheer genius. I know, I know, I know. Like colored telly. Like crystal. They're decanting. Hello, brother. Yeah, without a doubt. We're the spitting image of each oth
Golly, yeah. I'm led to believe that you're an exte of my personality. Yes, I'm the alter-ego man. And I'm the ego man, go, g'joob. I'm glad you asked me that. Because as a matter of fact there's a war on. Then, brothers in war, to the skirmish must we hence.
Shall we hence? Let's not waste time sitting on the Beatles to battle. Charge! We're surrounded. Nice dog, though. Sheepdog... standing in the rain Bullfrog... doing it again Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles What makes you think you're
something special when you smile? Childlike... no-one understands Jackknife... in your sweaty hands Some kind of innocence is measured out in years You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears You can talk to me, You can talk to me You can talk to me...
if you're lonely you can talk to me Big man... walking in the park Wigwam... frightened of the dark Some kind of solitude is measured out in you You think you know me but you haven't got a clue You can talk to me, You can talk to me You can talk to me...
if you're lonely you can talk to me Hey, bulldog Hey, bulldog Hey, bulldog Hey, bulldog What do you say? Sing it. Do you know any more? Play it! Hey, bulldog
Jeremy, can it be you? Can it be me? I think you'd better inquire of the guards, for when I was captured, they took all my cards. Shh, that's enough, Jeremy. The whole world's being attacked. What do you want me to do? Do you recommend fisticuffs versus the guard?
Oh, guard! Blue Meanio! Left to the nostril, right uppercut, right to the eyebrow, left to the gut. Jeremy! Come on, Ringo! Get back! Get back! Once more unto the breach, dear Meanies! You're advancing the wrong way!
Retreat backwards! Get back there now! My kingdom for a horse! I think I'll tear him up into little pieces. He does, does he? I think I'll make a blueburger out o Ha-ha, I don't care what you think. You don't, eh? We'll soon see about that.
He does in truth seem quite annoyed, some reference material before I'm destroyed. Where ground is soft most often grows, Arise, arise, arouse, a rose. A rosy nose? Speak your last piece! Peace, peace, supplant the doom and the gloom. Turn off what is sour,
turn into a flower and bloom, bloom. Ha-ha, bloom, ha-ha, bloom, bloom, bloom... First time I saw that Nowhere Man, that nobody, I knew he was somebody. You're right. Hello there, blue people. Won't you join us? Buck up, and otherwise go mingle. What do you say?
Max? Your Blue... I mean, your Newness! It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where could we go? Argentina? Are you with us? Will you join? Shall we? No!
Yes, your Newness! Yes, Max... Yes. Oh, yes is a word with a glorious ring A true, universal, euphonious thing. In genders embracing and chasing of blues, the very best word for the whole world to use. Ha-ha! Yes, let us mix, Max.
I've never admitted it before, but my cousin is the Bluebird of Happiness It's all too much When I look into your eyes, Your love is there for me And the more I go inside, the more there is to see It's all too much for me to take The love that's shining all around her All the world is birthday cake,
So take a piece but not too much Nice to have the time to take this opportunity Time for me to look at you, and you to look at me It's all too much for me to see The love that's shining all around you Everywhere, it's what you make For us to take, it's all too much It's too much
Catchy tune, that. I can't seem to get it out of my hea Then shake it. That's what we've been doing all nig Yeah, it was a great party. And we brought back lots of lovely souvenirs. Here is the motor. I've got a little love. And I've got a hole in my pocket. A hole?
Half a hole, anyway. I gave the rest to Jeremy. What can he do with half a hole? Fix it to keep his mind from wandering Look at John, will you? What's the matter, John? Blue Meanies? Newer and bluer Meanies have been sighted within the vicinity of this theatre.
There's only one way to go out. How's that? Singing. One... two... three... four One Two Three Four Five Six
Seven, eight, nine, ten A B C D E F G, H, l, J All together now...
Beatles: Hey Bulldog
Sheep dog standing in the rain.
Bull frog doing it again.
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles.
What makes you think you're something special when you smile.
Child-like, no one understands.
Jack-knife in your sweaty hands.
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years.
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears.
You can talk to me,
You can talk to me,
You can talk to me,
If you're lonely you can talk to me
Big man, yeah, walking in the park
Wigwam frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude measured out in you.
You think you know it but you haven't got a clue.
You can talk to me,
You can talk to me,
You can talk to me,
If you're lonely you can talk to me (yeah!)
Hey bulldog, Hey bulldog, Hey bulldog
Hey bulldog
Hey man
What's that, boy?
What do you say?
D'y'know any more?
Wowu-wa! Ah!
You did it, you got it right! That's it!
That's it man!
Who!That's it! You got it!
Don't look at me, man, I only had ten children!
Quiet boy, quiet!OK, quiet!
Hey bulldog...
Beatles: Eleanor Rigby
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 a dream.
Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear,
No-one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there,
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave.
No-one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Beatles: Love You To
Each day just goes so fast,
I turn around, it's past,
You don't get time to hang a sign on me.
Love me while you can,
Before I'm a dead old man.
A life-time is so short,
A new one can't be bought,
But what you've got means such a lot to me.
Make love all day long,
Make love singing songs.
Make love all day long,
Make love singing songs.
There's people standing round,
Who'll screw you in the ground,
They'll fill you in with their sins,
You'll see.
I'll make love to you,
If you want me to.
Beatles: All Together Now
One, two, three, four,
Can I have a little more,
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
I love you.
A, B, C, D,
Can I bring my friend to tea,
E, F, G, H, I, J,
I love you.
Bom bom bom bom-pa bom
Sail the ship bom-pa bom
Chop the tree bom-pa bom
Skip the rope bom-pa bom
Look at me.
All together now, All together now,
All together now, All together now,
Black, white, green, red,
Can I take my friend to bed,
Pink, brown, yellow, orange, and blue,
I love you.
All together now, All together now,
All together now, All together now,
Bom bom bom bom bom-pa bom
Sail the ship bom-pa bom
Chop the tree bom-pa bom
Skip the rope bom-pa bom
Look at me.
All together now, All together now,
All together now, All together now,
All together now!
Beatles: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Beatles: Think for Yourself
I've got a word or two
To say about the things that you do,
You're telling all those lies,
About the good things we can have
If we close our eyes.
Do what you want to do,
And go where you're going to,
Think for yourself,
'Cos I won't be there with you,
I left you far behind
The ruins of the life that you had in mind.
And though you still can't see,
I know your mind's made up,
You're gonna cause more misery.
Do what you want to do,
And go where you're going to,
Think for yourself,
'Cos I won't be there with you.
Although your mind's opaque,
Try thinking more,
If just for your own sake.
The future still looks good,
And you've got time to rectify
All the things that you should.
Do what you want to do,
And go where you're going to,
Think for yourself,
'Cos I won't be there with you.
Do what you want to do,
And go where you're going to,
Think for yourself,
'Cos I won't be there with you.
Think for yourself,
'Cos I won't be there with you.
Beatles: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
It was twenty years ago today, that
Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play
They've been going in and out of style
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile.
So may I introduce to you
The act you've known for all these years,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
We hope you will enjoy the show,
We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
Sit back and let the evening go.
Sgt. Pepper's lonely, Sgt. Pepper's lonely,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
It's wonderful to be here,
It's certainly a thrill.
You're such a lovely audience,
We'd like to take you home with us,
We'd love to take you home.
I don't really want to stop the show,
But I thought you might like to know,
That the singer's going to sing a song,
And he wants you all to sing along.
So may I introduce to you
The one only Billy Shears
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Beatles: With a Little Help from My Friends
What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody,
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
Do you believe in love at first sight,
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light,
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends.
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody,
I just need somebody to love,
Could it be anybody,
I want somebody to love.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends,
Oh I get high with a little help from my friends,
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends.
Beatles: Baby You're a Rich Man
How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people
Now that you know who you are
What do you want ot be and have you travelled very far
Far as the eye can see.
How does it feel to be one of the people
How often have you been there often enough to know
What did you see when you were there nothing that doesn't show
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside the zoo
What a thing to do
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too.
How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people
Tuned to a natural E
Happy to be that way now that you've found another key
What are you going to play
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo
What a thing to do
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too...
Beatles: Only a Northern Song
If you're listening to this song
You might think the chords are going wrong
But they're not; we just wrote them like that
When you're listening late at night
You may think the band are not quite right
But they are, they just play it like that
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say or what time of day it is
As it's only a Northern song
It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear
Or how I fare or if my hair is brown
When it's only a Northern song.
If you think the harmony
Is a little dark and out of key
You're correct, there's nobody there.
And I told you there's no one there.
Beatles: All You Need Is Love
Love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love: It's easy! Ooh!
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time
It's easy.
All you need is love
All you need is love,
All you need is love.
Love is all you need.
All you need is love
All you need is love,
All you need is love.
Love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love
All you need is love,
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need.
All you need is love
All together now!
All you need is love
Everybody!
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need.
Beatles: When I'm Sixty-Four
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four.
Beatles: Nowhere Man
He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody.
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.
He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?
Nowhere Man don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else,
Lends you a hand.
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.
He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody.
Beatles: It's All Too Much
It's all too much
It's all too much
When I look into your eyes
Your love in there for me
And the more I go inside
The more there is to see.
It's all too much for me to take
The love that's shining all around you
Everywhere it's like what you make for us to take it's all too much
Floating down the stream of time
From life to life with me
Makes no difference where you are or where you'd like to be.
It's all too much for me to take
The love that's shining all around here.
All the world is birthday cake so take a piece but not too much.
Sail me on a silver sun
Where I know that I am free
Show me that I'm everywhere and get me home for tea.
It's all too much for me to take
There's plenty there for everybody
The more you give the more you get
The more it is it's too much.
It's all too much for me to see
The love that's shining all around you
The more I learn the less I know
But what I do is all too much for me to take
The love that's shining all around you
Everywhere it's what you make for us to take it's all too much.
It's much, it's much.
It's too much
Ah! It's too much
You are too much ah!
We are dead ah!
Too much, too much, too much-a-fade.
