Paul Mccartney - Revolution 9 lyrics

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Paul Mccartney - Revolution 9 lyrics

Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry Will you forgive me? Mmm yes Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine Number nine, number nine, number Then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants About the stortage of grain in Hertfordshire Everyone of them knew that as time went by they'd Get a little bit older and a little bit slower but It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by Someone who's always umpteen Your father's giving it diddly-i-dee district was leaving Intended to die Ottoman Long gone through I've got to say irritably and Floors, hard enough to put on Per day's md in our district There was not really enough light to get down And ultimately Slumped down Suddenly They may stop the funding Place your bets The original Afraid she'll die Great colours for the season Number nine, number nine Who's to know? Who was to know? Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine I sustained nothing worse than Also, for example Whatever you're doing A business deal falls through I informed him on the third night, when fortune gives People ride, people ride Ride, ride, ride, ride Ride Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine Ri-i-i-i-ide Ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ide Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine I've missed all of that It makes me a few day's late Compared with, like, wow! And weird stuff like that Taking our sides sometimes Floral bark Rouge doctors have brought this specimen I have nobody's short-cuts, aha Nine, number nine With the situation They are standing still The plan, the telegram (Hubbbbba, hubbbbba, hubbbbbba, hubbbbba, hubbbbba Number nine, number Hubbba) A man without terrors from beard to false As the headmaster reported to my son He really can try, as they do, to find function Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high And his eyes were low Alright! It was on fire and his gla**es were the same This thing know if it was tinted But you know it isn't To me it is... Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine Number nine, number nine, number nine So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon To price it Yellow underclothes So, any road, we went to see a dentist instead That gave her a pair of teeth which wasn't any good at all So I said I'd marry, join the f**ing navy and went to sea Block that kick, block that kick In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair I'm not in the mood for whirling How? Dogs for dogging, hands for clapping Bird's for birding, and fish for fishing Them for themming and when for whemming Only to find the night-watchman Unaware of his presence in the building Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine Number nine, number nine Industry allows financial imbalance Thrusting it bewteen his shoulder blades The watusi, the twist Eldorado Take this, brother, may it serve you well Maybe it's nothing What, what oh... Maybe, even then, impervious in London Could be difficult thing It's quick like rush for peace because it's so much Like being naked It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright If, you've become naked Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick