Were they the quartet you waited for
Screamed for and danced for
They certainly were the famous four
In Liverpool town in sixty four.
The rebel Northern group four
Playing In a cellar down a backstreet for
One whole pound more than four
A pound less than a shop girl for
A forty hour week.
But nevertheless they sang,
All four, a quartet of
Love love me do and
You know I love you
And they really wanted
To hold your hand:
They were a very good band.
And do you want to know a secret?
Then get a ticket to ride
With a paperback writer
And I’ll tell you:
All you need is love.
In Penny Lane there was
A barber shop
Where perhaps they got that
Iconic hair crop?
And when the yellow submarine
Sailed with the walrus
Was it to a Norwegian Wood
Or was it back in the USSR?
And did they twist and shout
In the way they moved
And have a hard day’s night
These famous four?
And will they ever know
how much we loved them?
They said if you need somebody
They’d be there.
But now it’s too late to call
All four
That was yesterday
So let it be.
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