The Beatles - Abbey Road Medley lyrics

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The Beatles - 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 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 Ah Ah Ah One sweet dream Pick up the bags and 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 (na, na) 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 Ah Here come the Sun King Here come the Sun King Everybody's laughing Everybody's happy Here come the Sun King Quando paramucho mi amore defelice corazon Mundo pararazzi mi amore chicka ferdy parasol Cuesto obrigado tanta mucho cake and eat it carousel Mean Mr. Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark, tryin to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy him 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 the 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 k**er-diller when she's dressed to the hilt She's the kind of a girl Who makes the News Of The World Yes, you could say that she's attractively built Yeah, yeah, yeah (John) She's coming in the house (Paul) Oh, look out! She Came In Through The Bathroom Window Protected by a silver spoon But now she s**s her thumb and wonders 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 awake 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! All right! 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 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 Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl But she doesn't have a lot to say Her majesty's a pretty nice girl But she changes from day to day I want to tell her that I love her a lot But I got to get a bellyful of wine Her majesty's a real nice girl Someday I'm going to make her mine Oh yeah, Someday I'm going to make her mine