Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed
They say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yea
They say
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken
Cry baby cry
make your mother sigh
She's old enough
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence,
I listen for your footsteps
Coming up the drive
Listen for your
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on, it's such
I told you about strawberry fields
You know the place
Now it's time to say good night
good night sleep
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do
When I get to the bottom I go back to
She was a working girl
North of England way
Now
Who knows how long I've loved you,
You know I
I'm so tired
I haven't slept a wink
I'm so
Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say
It's been long long long time
How could I ever
Martha my dear,
Though I spend my days in conversation,
Born a poor young country boy
Mother Nature's Son
All
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the
Have you see the little piggies
crawling in the dirt
You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We
Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised...
Well,
Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota,
There
Creme tangerine and montelimar
a ginger sling with a pineapple
Sexy Sadie what have you done
You made a fool
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
Hey
I look at you all see the love there that's
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't
Honey pie, honey pie
Honey pie, honey pie
Honey pie,
Yes I'm lonely wanna die
Yes I'm lonely wanna die