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Eight days a week
Eleanor Rigby

Every little thing

Everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey

Everybody's trying to be my baby
 

 

Eight Days A Week
(Lennon-McCartney) 


Ooo I need your love, babe
guess you know it's true
Hope you need my love babe
just like I need you

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I ain't got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week

Love you every day, girl
always on my mind
One think I can say girl
love you all the time

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I ain't got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week

Eight days a week
I love you
Eight days a week
is not enough to show I care

Ooo I need your love, babe
guess you know it's true
Hope you need my love babe
just like I need you

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I ain't got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week

Love you every day, girl
always on my mind
One think I can say girl
love you all the time

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I ain't got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week
Eight days a week
Eight days a week

 

 

Eleanor Rigby

(Lennon-McCartney) 

 

Oh look at all the lonely people.

Oh look at all the lonely people.

 

Eleanor Rigby

Picks up the rice int he church where a wedding has been,

Lives in a dream.

Waits at the window

Wearing the facet hat she keeps in a jar by the door,

Who is it for?

All the lonely people where do they all come from?

All the lonely people where do they all belong?

 

Father McKenzie

Writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear,

No-one comes near.

Look at him working

Darning his socks int he night when there's nobody there,

What does he care?

All the lonely people where do they all come from?

All the lonely people where do they all belong?

 

Eleanor Rigby

Died int he church and was buried along with her name,

Nobody came.

Father McKenzie

Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave,

No-one was saved.

All the lonely people where do they all come from?

All the lonely people where do they all belong?

 

  

Every Little Thing

(Lennon-McCartney) 

 

When I'm walking beside her

People tell me I'm lucky.

Yes, I know I'm a lucky guy.

I remember the first time,

I was lonely without her.

Yes, I'm thinking about her now.

 

Every little thing she does,

She does for me, yeah.

And you know the things she does,

She does for me, oh-oh.

 

When I'm with her I'm happy

Just to know that she loves me.

Yes, I know that she loves me now.

There is one thing I am sure of,

I will love her forever,

For love will never die.

 

 

Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey

(Lennon-McCartney) 

 

Come on come on come on come on

Come on is such a joy

Come on is such a joy

Come on take it easy

Come on take it easy.

Take it easy take it easy

Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except For Me And My Monkey.

The deeper you go the higher you fly

The higher you fly the deeper you go

So come on come on

Come on is such a joy

Come on is such a joy

Come on take it easy

Come on take it easy.

Take it easy take it easy

Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except For Me And My Monkey.

Your inside is out and your outside is in

Your outside is in and your inside is out

So come on come on

Come on is such a joy

Come on is such a joy

Come on take it easy

Come on take it easy.

Make it easy take it easy

Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except For Me And My Monkey.

 

 

Everybody's Trying To Be My Baby
(C. Perkins)


Well they took some honey from a tree
Dressed it up and they called it me

Everybody's trying to be my baby
Everybody's trying to be my baby
Everybody's trying to be my baby, now

Well half past nine, half past four
fifty women knocking on my door

Everybody's trying to be my baby
Everybody's trying to be my baby
Everybody's trying to be my baby, now

Went out last night, I didn't stay late
'fore I got home I had nineteen dates

Everybody's trying to be my baby
Everybody's trying to be my baby
Everybody's trying to be my baby, now

Went out last night, I didn't stay late
'fore I got home I had nineteen dates

Well they took some honey from a tree
Dressed it up and they called it me

Everybody's trying to be my baby
Everybody's trying to be my baby
Everybody's trying to be my baby, now

 

 

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