Feel Lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

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   Revolution 9
   (John Lennon, Paul McCartney)
   Lead Vocals: John Lennon, Yoko Ono and George Harrison

   [Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised…

   Well, do it next time.

   I forgot about it, George, I’m sorry.
   Will you forgive me?

   Yes.]

   Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
   Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
   Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number…

   …then there’s this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants
   …about the shortage of grain in hertfordshire

   Everyone of them knew that as time went by they’d get a little bit older and a litter 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 9, number 9

   Who’s to know?
   Who was to know?

   Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
   Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
   Number 9, number 9

   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 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

   Ride! Ride!

   Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

   …I’ve missed all of that
   It makes me a few days 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…

   9, number 9

   …with the situation

   They are standing still

   The plan, the telegram…
   Number 9, number…

   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 glasses were the same
   This thing knows if it was tinted
   But you know it isn’t
   To me it is…

   Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
   Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
   Number 9

   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 the dentist instead
   Who gave her a pair of teeth which wasn’t any good at all
   So I said I’d marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea

   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
   Birds for birding and fish for fishing
   Them for themming and when for whimming

   …only to find the night-watchman unaware of his
   presence in the building

   Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
   Number 9

   Industry allows financial imbalance

   Thrusting it between 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 is 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 became naked

   Comment by Let It Bleed — 9.09.2009 @ 7:44 am

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