I’ll Beatlelize you, make you Lennonesque.
Through Norwegian woods we’ll plunder,
fall in Penny Lane’s puddles.
Through Norwegian woods we’ll plunder,
fall in Penny Lane’s puddles.
Splash your helter skelter yesterdays,
give me all your tommorrow never knows.
Let me sex your hard days’ nights,
within without, I’ll be your ticket to ride.
Listen, do you want to know a secret?
There’s something about you, you need to know.
Sgt Pepper was never your golden band,
but I’ll help you through the Eleanor Rigby days,
picking the rice from your hair under the Lucy skies.
We will let it be, come together, twist and shout.
For l’il darling it’s been a long time coming;
you should have known I always wanted
to hold your hand in strawberry fields.
