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7. | The Last Puff |
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Lennon-McCartney
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long
I am the eggman
We are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Mr. City policeman sitting pretty little policeman in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying
Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess
Boy you been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the eggman
I am the eggman
I am the walrus
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan from standing in the English rain
I am the eggman
We are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Expert texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied
I'm crying
Semolina pilchard; climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna,
man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe
I am the eggman
We are the eggmen
I am the walrus
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McCracken-Wright
Change is what she said
When she left me
I laughed as she ran
Cryin' out my door
Time has made me see
Misery has gotten to me
I think It's time to take her back
Once more
Cause it's the wrong time
The wrong place
The wrong way for me
To tell her that it's over
(Repeat)
Something's gotten into my way of livin'
Strange it seems each time I say goodbye
I think of all the good she did in givin'
And loneliness has made me realize
That it's the wrong time
The wrong place
The wrong way for me
To tell her that it's over
(Repeat)
Easy like I've found my own sweet Heaven
Discontent shown clearly in her eye
Wish you call my name, I knew the meaning of a game
Now I have no ???? for ??????
The wrong time
The wrong place
The wrong way for me
To tell her that it's over
(Repeat)
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Cocker-Nichols
So, what can I say but thank you, dear
For sharing the few things you have
Oh, I'd like to say, I'm glad you're here
And hope my leaving is not sad
Soon I'll have to go, get back on the road
Then I'll have no reason left at all
In times it's hard to say the things I feel
To wonder while I've known so long
Oh, you still remain so sure and real
Ev'rything is going wrong
But soon I'll have to go, get back on the road
Then I'll have no reason left at all
Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it for me, please
Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it before I leave
Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it from your heart
Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it before I part
So, what can I say but thank you, dear
For sharing the few things you have
Oh, I'd like to say, I'm glad you're here
And hope my leaving is not sad
Yeah, soon I'll have to go, get back on the road
Then I'll have no reason left at all
Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it for me, please
Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it before I leave
Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it from your heart
Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it before I part ....
Oh, have you somethin' to say
Oh, have you somethin' to say
Oh, have you somethin' to say
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Martin-Post
The Sun is setting out in the tinted sky
a lite-haired boy is crying wishing he could die.
And his thoughts come a-rolling out of the sunset[s] [past?]
And his tears are not falling the change has come so fast.
And round and round that memory goes
there's nobody left to call
And anyhow I'm feelin' sure
there's no place left to fall
Love is just a kiss away
There's nobody there
there's nobody there, There's nobody there at all.
It was back when the years were growing (?) out where the days were young
The sport was all in knowing the songs left unsung
Now the music's all been written the words mean not a thing
He's left behind them rainbows and carousel brass ring
And round and round that memory goes
there's nobody left to call
And anyhow I'm feelin' sure
there's no place left to fall
Care is just a tear away
nobody cries
nobody cries, nobody cries at all
Future's lookin' dimmer the past still lingers on
And the pain becomes a-pleading _____
The wind blows around the collar Winter's against his face
And Life becomes too heavy for the mind he can't erase
And round and round that memory goes
there's nobody left to call
And anyhow I'm feelin' sure
there's no place left to fall
Life is just a breath away
nobody's breathin'
nobody's breathin', nobody's breathin' at all
"nobody's there" ad lib/ fade
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Ackles
It's good to see you again, Rosie
I know I've changed a lot since then
You're lookin' fine, babe
Three years that ain't long, Rosie
I still remember our song
When you were mine, babe
Times change, times change I know
But it sure moves slow
Down river when you're locked away
Why didn't you write, Rosie
I stayed awake most every night
Countin' my time babe
Oh no I ain't mad Rosie
I know you had to mind your dad
But just a line babe
Oh sure I remember then
we went off to school
Ain't that right
Well he ain't no fool
Nice seein' you again Rosie
Me I got things to do
Well good-bye babe, oh good bye
Times change, times change I know
But it sure moves slow
Down river when you're locked away
Times change, times change I know
But it sure moves slow
Down river when you're locked away
Times change, times change I know
But it sure moves slow
Down river when you're locked away
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John-Taupin
I'll catch the tramline in the morning
With your leave Van Bushell said
He had further heard the cock crow
As he stumbled out the shed
Then blind Joseph came towards him
With a shotgun in his arms
He said you'll pay me twenty dollars
Before you leave my farm
Van Bushell saw the hook
Which replaced Joseph's hand
He said now calm you down my brother
Let's discuss this man to man
It's no good you getting angry
We must try to act our age
You're pursuing your convictions
Like some hermit in a cage
You're the son of your father
Try a little bit harder
Do for me as he would do for you
With blood and water bricks and mortar
He built for you a home
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own
Well slowly Joseph well he lowered the rifle
And he emptied out the shells
Van Bushell he came towards him
He shook his arm and wished him well
He said now hey blind man that is fine
But I sure can't waste my time
So move aside and let me go my way
I've got a train to ride
Well Joseph turned around
His grin was now a frown
He said let me just refresh your mind
Your manners boy seem hard to find
You're the son of your father
Try a little bit harder
Do for me as he would do for you
With blood and water bricks and mortar
He built for you a home
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own
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