Текст песни Sherman Allan - Pop Hates The Beatles
Sherman Allan - Pop Hates The Beatles слова песни
+Pop Hates The BeatlesMy daughter needs a new phonograph.She wore out all the needles.Besides, I broke the old one in half.I hate the Beatles.She says they have a Liverpool beat.She says they used to play there.Four nice kids from offa the street.Why didn`t they stay there?What is all the screaming about?Fainting and swooning.Sounds to me like their guitarsCould use a little tuning.The boys are from the British Empire.The British think they`re keen.If that is what the British desire,God Save The Queen.No daughter of mine can push me around.In my home I`m the master.But when the British come into town,Gad, what a disaster.Little girls in sneakers and jeans.Destroyed the territory.`Twas like some of the gorier scenesFrom West Side Story.Of course my daughter had to go there.The tickets are cheap, she hollers.I was able to pick up a pairFor forty-seven dollars.When the Beatles come on the stage,They scream and shriek and cheer them.Now I know why they`re such a rage,It`s impossible to hear them.Ringo is the one with the drum,The others all play with him.It shows you what a boy can becomeWithout a sense of rhythm.There`s Beatle books and T-shirts and rings,And one thing and another.To buy my daughter all of these things,I had to sell her brother.Back in 1776We fought the British then, folks.Parents of America,It`s time to do it again, folks.When they come back, here`s how we`ll begin,We`ll throw `em in Boston harbor.But please, before we toss `em all in,Let`s take `em to a barber.