There's Room At The Top They Are

Get Back To Where You Once Belonged.

The Dream Is Over. I Gotta Get Down To Reality. The Good Old Days Is Garbage.

I Keep On Reading The Morning Star Newspaper To See If There's Any Hope, But It Seems To Be In The 19th Century; It Seems To Be Written For Dropped-out, Middle-aged Liberals.

There Are Only A Few Notes. Just Variations On A Theme.

I Am Not The Beatles. I'm Me. Paul Isn't The Beatles...the Beatles Are The Beatles. Separately, They Are Separate.