Beatle Rap

Lyrics

Paul: Hello, lads. Why don't we do a Buddy Holly number? John: You know, you know my name, look up the number George: Number nine...number nine... John: What a shame, Mary Jane had a pain at the party George: I've just seen a face, and it's Ringo's! [Verse 1: "Ringo"] Well, my name is Ringo, and that ain't lingo 'Cause I'm the greatest star Well, I ain't no bummer, I'm a hummer of a drummer And I've gone pretty far I've got a yellow sub and a caveman's club To beat on all me skins I even got me a Magic Christian To pardon all me sins I got a bird named Bach who loves to rock She's a woman who understands But if she ever left me, I'd have to get me A lonely heart's club band Now I'd like to introduce you all To a lad who's on the ball He plays bass with a lot of taste And he goes by the name of Paul Take it away, Pauly Ah, is this your grandfather, then? He's very clean Paul: Ringo, we'll call you Ringo: I'll be out paradin' then [Verse 2: "Paul"] Well, me name is Paul, and I do it all Like write and sing and play But for all me money, it might be funny I still long for yesterday Now I might have a smile that's longer than a mile But don't think it's all been fun George: It hasn't Paul: I've been arrested for drugs, mobbed and mugged And had a band that's on the run, y'see I've been throw in jail, gotten hate mail Even told that I was dead Had herds of birds threaten me life Just 'cause I wanted to wed, you see Now I'd like to introduce you to A man who found the Lord He plays a mean sitar, rhythm guitar And he goes by the name of George George, hey, we'll let you sing one now [Verse 3: "George"] I'll sing if you want me to sing And I won't sing if you don't want me to sing Well, I just might be the baby of the bunch But I'm also the most hip From the Maharishi to Hare Krishna I started every trip John: What's he talking about? George: Hare hare Ob-la-di, ob-la-da Yeah, yeah, let it be, let it be La la la, la la, hey Jude Love is all you need My sweet, he's so fine I do it all, they just never give me any credits John: All right, lad, your time's up George: Ooh, now let me introduce you to The chap who takes no crap His name is John and he's goin' on 'Cause he still likes to rap Hey John, no be-bop-a-lulas, all right? We've gotta do the real thing this time John: Fair enough George: OK, you ready? John: Aye George: All right, here's Johnny [Verse 4: "John"] Well, my name is John, and I'm always on And I'm speakin' with my voice I write rock and pop, and me head's a mop I've got a psychedelic Rolls Royce (for sale) Now, they called me loco when I married Yoko But she's a gal who's on the bean She buys a sack of potatoes, throws out the potatoes And hides inside and screams You're an eggplant, and the sister's an aunt And I want to jump up your nose I love New York City, my Aunt Mimi And words that rhyme with orange What a load of rubbish! I can't believe this! Who wrote this thing? Paul: Don't you remember? We did, John John: You know, we used to be fab and gear and stuff like that. What's going...we reformed for this? Ringo: I remember when we used to make good records John: Goo goo g'joob too. Goo goo g'joob to you too, and to you, and to you, and to me, and everyone here! All together now! George: All right, I did the record, but I don't want to play live. Has anybody seen me old brown shoes? Ringo: Oh, they've put me in the movies, haven't they? John: Anybody want to buy some lithos, signed? George: Scrambled eggs All: Ah, ah, ah, ah!