Abbey Road Medley

Lyrics
You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper And in the middle of negotiations You break down I never give you my number I only give you my situation And in the middle of investigation I break down Out of college, money spent See no future, pay no rent All the money's gone, nowhere to go Any jobber got the sack Monday morning, turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go Oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go Nowhere to go One sweet dream Pick up the bags, get in the limousine Soon we'll be away from here Step on the gas and wipe that tear away One sweet dream came true today Came true today Came true today Yes, it did One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to Heaven Here come the sun king Here come the sun king Everybody's laughing Everybody's happy Here come the sun king Quando para mucho mi amore de felice corazón Mundo paparazzi mi amore chicka ferdy parasol Questo obrigado tanta mucho que canite carousel Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark trying to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy some clothes Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose Such a mean old man Such a mean old man His sister Pam works in a shop She never stops, she's a go-getter Takes him out to look at the Queen Only place that he's ever been Always shouts out something obscene Such a dirty old man Dirty old man 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 her polythene bag Yes, you should see Polythene Pam Yeah, yeah, yeah Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt She's killer-diller when she's dressed to the hilt She's the kind of a girl that makes The News of the World Yes, you could say she was attractively built Yeah, yeah, yeah She came in through the bathroom window Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wanders By the banks of her own lagoon Didn't anybody tell her Didn't anybody see Sunday's on the phone to Monday Tuesday's on the phone to me She said she'd always been a dancer She worked at fifteen clubs a day And though she thought I knew the answer Well, I knew what I could not say And so I quit the police department And got myself a steady job And though she tried her best to help me She could steal, but she could not rob Didn't anybody tell her Didn't anybody see Sunday's on the phone to Monday Tuesday's on the phone to me Oh yeah Once there was a way to get back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty darling, do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Golden slumbers fill your eyes Smiles await you when you rise Sleep pretty darling, do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Once there was a way to get back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty darling, do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time I never give you my pillow I only send you my invitations And in the middle of the celebrations I break down Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you're gonna carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Oh yeah, alright Are you going to be in my dreams Tonight Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you Love you, love you And in the end The love you take Is equal to the love you make
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Credits
- Writers
- John Lennon
- Paul McCartney