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VI - All The Lonely People
She's Leaving Home Lady Madonna Soily Maxwell's Silver Hammer Paperback Writer Not On Rocky Raccoon Lovely Rita Tchaico Junior's Farm Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da Wedding Invitation Flaming Pie Eleanor Rigby SHE'S LEAVING HOME Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begings Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her hankerchief Quietly turing the backdoor key Stepping outside she is free.
She (We gave her most of our lives) is leaving (Sacraficed most of our lives) home (We gave her everything money could buy) She's leaving home after living alone For so many years. Bye, bye
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown Picks up the letter that's lying there Standing alone at the top of the stairs She breaks down and cries to her husband Daddy our baby's gone. Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly How could she do this to me.
She (We never though of ourselves) Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves) home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by) She's leaving home after living alone For so many years. Bye, bye
Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away Waiting to keep the appointment she made Meeting a man from the motor trade. She What did we do that was wrong Is having We didn't know it was wrong Fun Fun is the one thing that money can't buy Something inside that was always denied For so many years. Bye, Bye She's leaving home bye bye
LADY MADONNA Lady Madonna, children at your feet. Wonder how you manage to make ends meet. Who finds the money? When you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent?
Friday night arrives without a suitcase. Sunday morning creep in like a nun. Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace. See how they run.
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast. Wonder how you manage to feed the rest.
See how they run. Lady Madonna, lying on the bed, Listen to the music playing in your head.
Tuesday afternoon is never ending. Wednesday morning papers didn't come. Thursday night you stockings needed mending. See how they run.
Lady Madonna, children at your feet. Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.
SOILY People gathered here tonight, I want you to listen to me! To your left and to you right, You've got some pretty soily company.
Reader, writer, farmer, priest, Breed controler, born deceased. Indian, lawyer, doctor, dog, And a plumber with a fattened hog.
Soily, soily, The cat in satin trousers said it's oily. Soily, soily, The cat in satin trousers said it's oily, you know he's right.
Romans, Italians, country men, I want you to listen to me! I've said it twice and I'll say it again, We've got some pretty soily company.
Liar, cheater, jungle chief, Saint, believer on relief. Action painter, Hitler's son, And a commie with a tommy gun.
Soily, soily, The cat in satin trousers said it's oily. Soily, soily, The cat in satin trousers said it's oily, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
Soily, soily, The cat in satin trousers said it's oily. Soily, soily, The cat in satin trousers said it's oily.
MAXWELL'S SILVER HAMMER Joan was quizzical studied paraphysical science in the home Late nights all alone with a testube oh oh oh oh Maxwell Edison majoring in medicine calls her on the phone Can I take you out to the pictures Joh hoan But as she's getting ready to go a knock comes on the door Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead
Back in the school again Maxwell plays the fool again teacher gets annoyed Wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away so he waits behind Writing fifty times I must not be so hoan But when she turns her back on the boy he creeps up from behind Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead
P.C. thirty one said we've caught a dirty one Maxwell stands alone Painting testimonial pictures oh oh oh oh Rose and Valerie screaming from the gallery say he must go free The judge does not agree and he tells them so oh ho-oan But as the words are leaving his lips a noise comes from behind Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead Silver hammer man.
PAPERBACK WRITER Paperback writer
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It's the 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.
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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.
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NOT ON Take your hand off my knee, young man, Said the lady in green I don't care to come between You and your young woman.
It's just not done!
Couldn't we pass up? Couldn't we fold? Aren't certain stories Best left untold? Some things like Buttons Are best left undone
--It's not on!
Arnie Pipe was a normal type With an average job Though his prospects will never be great His bosses underestimate His value (Arnie says).
Irene's his fiancee And would hate to disagree But the company she thinks is fair Arnie never does get anywhere The company owns his underwear (Clean and well paid for).
Take your feet off my desk, young man, Said the chauffeur in gray My green woman has been to see me She's retreating from your advance
It just isn't done!
Couldn't you join us? Where can you start Up as a driver Looking the part?
Hang on says Arnie -
Couldn't we pass up? Couldn't we fold? Aren't certain stories
Best left untold? Some things like Buttons Are best left undone
--It's not on!
ROCKY RACOON Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon And one day his woman ran off with another guy Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn't like that He said I'm gonna get that boy So one day he walked into town Booked himself a room in the local saloon.
Rocky Raccoon checked into his room Only to find Gideon's bible Rocky had come equipped with a gun To shoot off the legs of his rival His rival it seems had broken his dreams By stealing the girl of his fancy. Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil But everyone knew her as Nancy. Now she and her man who called himself Dan Were in the next room at the hoe down Rocky burst in and grinning a grin He said Danny boy this is a showdown But Daniel was hot-he drew first and shot And Rocky collapsed in the corner.
Now the doctor came in stinking of gin And proceeded to lie on the table He said Rocky you met your match And Rocky said, Doc it's only a scratch And I'll be better I'll be better doc as soon as I am able.
Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room Only to find Gideon's bible Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt To help with good Rocky's revival.
LOVELY RITA Lovely Rita meter maid. Lovely Rita meter maid. Lovely Rita meter maid. Nothing can come between us, When it gets dark I tow your heart away. Standing by a parking meter, When I caught a glimpse of Rita, Filling in a ticket in her little white book. In a cap she looked much older, And the bag across her shoulder Made her look a little like a military man. Lovely Rita meter maid, May I inquire discreetly, When are you free, To take some tea with me. Took her out and tried to win her, Had a laugh and over dinner, Told her I would really like to see her again, Got the bill and Rita paid it, Took her home I nearly made it, Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two. Oh, lovely Rita meter maid, Where would I be without you, Give us a wink and make me think of you.
TCHAICO I knew Tchaikovsky He lived round our way He was dead good at music They used to say I called him Tchaico the Psycho
JUNIOR'S FARM You should have seen me with the poker man, I had a honey and I bet a grand, Just in the nick of time I looked at his hand.
I was talking to an Eskimo, Said he was hoping for a fall of snow, When up popped a sea lion ready to go.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Down to junior's farm where I want to lay low, Low life, high life, oh, let's go, Take me down to junior's farm.
At the Houses of Parliament Ev'rybody's talking 'bout the President, We all chip in for a bag of cement.
Olly Hardy should have had more sense, He bought a gee-gee and he jumped the fence, All for the sake of a couple of pence.
I took my bag into a grocer's store, The price is higher than the time before, Old man asked me why is it more.
I said you should have seen me with the poker man, I had a honey and I bet a grand, Just in the nick of time I looked at his hand.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Down to junior's farm where I want to lay low, Low life, high life, oh, let's go, Take me down to junior's farm, Let's go, let's go, down to junior's farm where I want to lay low.
Low life, high life, oh, let's go, Take me down to junior's farm Ev'rybody tag along. Take me down to junior's farm.
OB-LA-DI, OB-LA-DA Desmond has a barrow in the market place Molly is the singer in a band Desmond says to Molly girl I like your face and Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra La la how the life goes on Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra La la how the life goes on
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers store Buys a twenty carat golden ring Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door And as he gives it to her she begins to sing.
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra La la how the life goes on Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra La la how the life goes on
In a couple of years they have built A home sweet home With a couple of kids running in the yard Of Desmond and Molly Jones
Happy ever after in the market place Desmond lets the children lend a hand Molly stays at home and does her pretty face And in the evening she still sings it with the band
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra La la how the life goes on Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra La la how the life goes on
In a couple of years they have built A home sweet home With a couple of kids running in the yard Of Desmond and Molly Jones
Happy ever after in the market place Molly lets the children lend a hand Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face And in the evening she's a singer with the band
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra La la how the life goes on Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra La la how the life goes on.
And if you want some fun - take ob la di bla da.
WEDDING INVITATION I was told by an American woman Who was busy looking fixing me a drink That the children in the building drove her crazy She may be leaving sooner than you think
Well I said that that was pretty high and mighty She showed a devastating sense of style When she replied, "It was the fault of automation That I forgot to have a child."
Waiting for a wedding invitiation Thinking one was going to come along What you didn't know won't hurt you
The bride was looking bitter in a white dress. The wedding guests had started to arrive. She said, "My future husband doesn't understand me But he's glad to be alive."
The groom had been a scientific genius He invented somethjing falling out of bed But the whole thing nearly turned into a nightmare When a dirty-looking priest pronounced him dead.
He said I'm waiting for a weddingt invitation Thinking one is going to come along What you don't know won't hurt you.
I'm not putting you down I will walk with you anywhere you want to go I'm not putting you down I will help you with anything you want to know.
While working on a piece of apparatus He discovered that the world was in a mess So she made him up a sandwitch in the kitchen And let good old Mother Nature do the rest...
It's a handed down American tradition A prejudice that still exists today If it wans't for their openness of spirit They might have long ago been spirited away.
They're waiting for a wedding invitation Thinking one is going to come along What they don't know won't hurt them.
I'm not putting you down
I will walk with you anywhere you want to go I'm not putting you down I will help you with anything you want to know
I'm waiting for a wedding invitation Thinking one is going to come along What I don't know won't hurt me...
FLAMING PIE Makin' love underneath the bed Shooting stars from a purple sky I don't care how I do it. I'm the man on the flaming pie
Stick my tongue out and lick my nose Tuck my shirt in and zip my fly Go ahead, have a vision. I'm the man on the flaming pie
Everything I do has a simple explanation. When I'm with you, you could do with a vacation I took my brains out and stretched ‘em on a rack Now I'm not so sure I'm gonna get 'em back
Cut my toes off to spite my feet. I don't know whether to laugh or cry Never mind, check my rhythm. I'm the man on the flaming pie
I'm the man on the flaming pie Now everything I do has a simple explanation When I'm with you, you could do with a vacation. I took my brains out and stretched ‘em on the rack. Now I'm not too sure I'm gonna to get 'em back.
ELEANOR RIGBY Ah,look at all the lonely people,
Ah,look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church Where a wedding has been, Lives in a dream, Waits at the window, Wearing a face that 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 Than no one will hear, No one comes near. Look at him working, Darning his socks in the 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?
Ah,look at all the lonely people, Ah,look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby Died in the 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?
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