Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up WE'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED,
roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up SATISFACTION GUARANTEED, roll
up for the mystery tour.
The magical mystery tour is hoping to
take you away,
Hoping to take you away.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up AND THAT'S AN INVITATION, roll
up for the mystery tour.
Roll up TO MAKE A RESERVATION, roll up
for the mystery tour.
The magical mystery tour is coming to
take you away,
Coming to take you away.
The magical mystery tour is dying to take
you away,
Dying to take you away, take you away.
Well on his way his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking percetly
loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill . . .
Nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill . . .
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the
van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your
face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky,
see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, 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, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
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, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo
goo g'joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing 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 Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo
goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.
I say high, you say low.
You say why and I say I don't know, oh
no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
HELLO GOODBYE HELLO GOODBYE hello hello
HELLO GOODBYE I don't know why you say
goodbye, I say hello
HELLO GOODBYE HELLO GOODBYE hello hello
HELLO GOODBYE I don't know why you say
goodbye
HELLO GOODBYE I say goodbye.
Why why why why why why do you say goodbye goodbye, oh no?
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say
hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say
hello.
You say yes I SAY YES I say no BUT I MAY
MEAN NO.
You say stop I CAN STAY and I say go go
go TILL IT'S TIME TO GO OH, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say
hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say
goodbye
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say
hello hello.
Hela heba helloa CHA CHA, hela...
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding
all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it
all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going
to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
No one I think is in my tree, I mean it
must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but
it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going
to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but
you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's
all wrong, that is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going
to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind
his back.
And the banker never wears a mack
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 a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from
a tray
And tho' 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.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.
There's nothing you can do that can't be
done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn
how to play the game.
It's easy.
Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how
to be you in time.
It's easy.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
Nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're
meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
All you need is love (All together, now!)
All you need is love. (Everybody!)
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need (love is all you
need).
Yee-hai!
Oh yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
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