And this is
Johnny
Rhythm just saying goodnight to you all,
and
God bless you.
Rita
Tushingham isn't smiling,
waiting for the green electric train
To take her down to
London, where she will see
Mr
Wilson
Standing by the iron railings
Opposite the chestnut palings
Dav id
Hemmings will be waiting
With a job for
David
Bailing
And the sun is always shining on
Walnut
Street
Filled with pop stars
And the king is in a counter
that's costing him
Smash the guitars
And
Edie
Curie, I can't look to me
Edie
Curie, I can't look to me
Bobby
Dylan's only bleeding
Johnny says he's only sleeping
In the window,
George
Eringo
See you down the pink flamingo
Mrs.
Peel, or is it
Emma
Leaning on the black umbrella
Had to be the biggest seller after
Martha
B.
Vantella
And the rain is only falling in the
Northern
Streets
Documentaries
But they hardly say a word about
Vietnam
And
Ian
Kuriakow looked at me
Ian
Kuriakow looked at me
Okay, put the red lights off.
Edith
Curie, I can't, looked at me
Edith
Curie, I can't, looked at me
Edith
Curie, I can't, looked at me
Edith
Curie, I can't, looked at me
Edith
Curie, I can't, looked at me
Good night to you doll, I've got fleshes
Edith
Curie, I can't, looked at me
Good night to you dolls, I've got fleshes
Eat a curry, I can look just fine
Good night to you dolls, I've got fleshes
Eat a curry, I can look just fine
Good night to you dolls, I've got fleshes
Eat a I can look just fine
Good night to you dolls, I've got fleshes