| Lyric | Beatles Song | Album |
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| Good evening and welcome to Slaggers | |
| Then I find I've got the number wrong | |
| Nothing's gonna change my world | |
| Its got a backbeat, you can't blues it | |
| And I lost someone who's dear to me | |
| Man I had a dreadful night | |
| Love is all, love is real | |
| There beneath the blue suburban skies | |
| As we live a life of ease | |
| I used to be an angry young man | |
| What would you think if I sang out of tune | |
| Is there anybody going to listen to my story | |
| You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo | |
| There's one for you, nineteen for me | |
| When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide | |
| But I saw you peep through your window | |
| Sleeps in a hole in the road | |
| | Lyric | Beatles Song | Album |
|---|
| We're gonna have a good time | |
| Yes I wanna be a star | |
| Back in school again Maxwell plays a fool again | |
| Longer than the road that stretches out ahead | |
| Big man walking in the park | |
| Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun | |
| It was on fire and his glasses were the same | |
| She's the kind of a girl that makes the 'News of the World' | |
| You say you've seen seven wonders, and your bird is green | |
| One, two, three, four, can I have a little more | |
| I look at the floor, and I see it needs sweeping | |
| Let me whisper in your ear | |
| The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly | |
| Think of what your saying, you could get it wrong and still you think that its all right | |
| The walrus was Paul | |
| Nothing is real | |
| But I gotta get a belly full of wine | |
| | Lyric | Beatles Song | Album |
|---|
| He's as blind as he can be | |
| I once had a girl, or should I say she once had me | |
| You know I love you | |
| I got a rockin' pneumonia | |
| Don't keep me waiting here | |
| And they ain't the kind that you can see | |
| We never thought of ourselves | |
| And I do appreciate you being round | |
| I'll take my my chances, for romances, so important to me | |
| There's nothing you can sing that can't be sung | |
| Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in the jar by the door | |
| The world is treating me bad | |
| Through thick and thin | |
| But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao | |
| She said that living with me was bringing her down, yeah | |
| Here come old flattop, he come, groovin' up slowly | |
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