Penny Lane
Piggies
Please Mr. Postman
Please please me
Polythene Pam
P.S. I love you
(Lennon-McCartney)
Paperback
writer, paperback writer
Dear Sir
or Madam, will you read my book?
It took
me years to write, will you take a look?
It's
based on a novel by a man named Lear,
And I
need a job,
But he
wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback
writer.
It's a
dirty story of a dirty man,
And his
clinging wife doesn't understand.
His son
is working for the Daily Mail,
It's a
steady job,
But he
wants to be a paperback writer,
Paperback
writer.
It's a
thousand pages give or take a few,
I'll be
writing more in a week or two,
I can
make it longer if you like the style,
I can
change it round,
And I
want to be a paperback writer.
Paperback
writer.
If you
really like it you can have the rights,
It could
make a million for you overnight.
If you
must return it, you can send it here,
But I
need a break,
And I
want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback
writer.
(Lennon-McCartney)
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing
photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to
know.
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say "Hello".
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind
his back.
And the baker never wears a mac
In the pouring rain - very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back…
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an
hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the
Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machine.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back...
Behind the shelter in the middle of the
round-a-bout
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a
tray.
And though she feels as if she's in a play,
She is anyway.
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another
customer,
We see the banker sitting, waiting for a
trim
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain – very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back...
Have you see the little piggies
crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt
to play around in
Have you see the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts
to play around in
In their sties with all their backing
They don't care what goes on around
In their eyes there's something lacking
What they need's a darn good whacking
Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives
to eat their bacon
One more time
(B. Holland)
Oh yes, wait just a minute mister postman
Wait, wait mister postman
(Mister postman look and see) oh yeah
(If there's a letter in the bag for me)
Please mister postman
(I've been waiting a long long time)oh, yeah
(Since I heard from that gal of mine)
There must be some mail today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please mister postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I've been standing here waiting Mister Postman
So patiently for just a card
or just a letter
Saying she's returning home to me
Please Mister Postman
(Mister postman look and see) oh yeah
(If there's a letter in the bag for me)Please mister postman
(I've been waiting a long long time)oh, yeah
(Since I heard from that gal of mine)
So many days you past me by
See the tears standing in my eye
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or letter
Mister Postman, look and see
Is there a letter, yeah, for me
I've been waiting such a long long time
Since I heard from that gal of mint
You gotta, wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
Wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
(you gotta) check and see one more time for me
You gotta, wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
Mister Postman, oh yeah
deliver the letter, the sooner the better
You gotta, wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
Wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
you gotta, wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
you gotta, wait a minute wait a minute oh yeah
(Lennon-McCartney)
Last night
I said these words to my girl:
I know you
never even try, girl.
Come on,
come on, come on, come on,
Come on,
come on, come on, come on,
Please
please me, oh yeah, like I please you.
You don't
need me to show the way love.
Why do I
always have to say love?
Come on,
come on, come on, come on,
Come on,
come on, come on, come on,
Please
please me, oh yeah, like I please you.
I don't
want to sound complaining
But you
know there's always rain in my heart.
I do all
the pleasing with you,
It's so hard to reason with you,
Oh yeah,
why do you make me blue?
Last night
I said these words to my girl:
I know you
never even try, girl.
Come on,
come on, come on, come on,
Come on,
come on, come on, come on,
Please
please me, oh yeah, like I please you.
Well you should see Polythene Pam
She's so good looking
But she looks like a man
Well, you should see her in drag
dressed in a polythene bag
Yes you should see Polythene Pam
Yeh, yeh, yeh
Get a dose of her in jackboot and kilt
She's killer diller when
she's dressed to the hilt
She's the knid of a girl
that makes the news of the world
Yes you could say she was attractively built
Yeh, yeh, yeh
(Lennon-McCartney)
As I
write this letter,
send
my love to you,
Remember that I'll always be in love with you.
Treasure these few words till we're together,
Keep
all my love forever.
P.S.
I love you, you, you, you.
I'll
be coming home again to you love,
Until the day I do love.
P.S.
I love you, you, you, you.
As I
write this letter,
send
my love to you,
-
you know I want you to -
Remember that I'll always be in love with you.
