Do you want to know a secret, from me to you?
All you need is love, so love me do.
And whether the music was acoustic or Rock 'N' Roll, he walked the long and winding road to leave her out his rubber soul.
With his old brown shoe he broke walls and bridges down, made us come together, caused us all to twist and shout; he was the one to tell us what goes on: number nine, number nine, revolution.
He was a paperback writer, as well as penned and versed; his best known publication was a spaniard in the works, and in his own write, he would write and write and write, 'cause you should do whatever gets you thru the night.
Every man has a woman who loves him more than any other, but for this boy who'd compare her to John Lennon's mother, she's a woman named Yoko; she's something new, so hold on John, because she loves you.
This is real love, no more cover versions, their love was just like starting over two virgins; he was happier than anybody had ever seen, but the boys at Abbey Road didn't want to let it be.
He went to live in New York City but he lived on borrowed time, living life with the lions he was shot by a jealous guy with a revolver, but don't ask me why life is little more than hello goodbye...
My, what a souvenir of their visit to America: now he's going to Strawberry Fields forever.
Hardly instant karma, but calm your nerves, 'cause this beautiful boy is now as free as a bird...
Happy Xmas
(War is over)
(War is over)
