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12. | Walking In The Park With Eloise (bonus track) |
13. | Bridge Over River Suite (bonus track) |
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By Paul McCartney
Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Do me a favor,
Open the door and let 'em in
Sister Suzie, brother John,
Martin Luther, Phil And Don,
Brother Michael, Auntie Gin,
Open the door and let 'em in.
Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Do me a favor,
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by Paul McCartney
Later on, the story goes,
A bottle floated out to sea.
After days, when it had found the perfect spot,
it opened up,
And I read the note that you never wrote to me
After all, I'm sure you know,
The Mayor of Baltimore is here.
After days now he can finally appear,
Now at last he's here,
But he never is gonna get my vote,
'cause he never is gonna get a quote
from the little note
that you never wrote to me.
Further on, along the line,
I was arrested on the shore,
Holding papers of governments galore.
I was taken in,
But I read the note that you never wrote.
Yes, I read the note that you never wrote.
Oh, I read the note that you never wrote to me.
To me.
To me.
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By Paul McCartney
My baby, she comes out at night,
she's takin' me by surprise,
She's my baby.
Like gravy, down to the last drop,
I keep mopping her up
Oh yeah, she's my baby.
She's my baby in the morning time,
when the sleep is in her eyes,
and the world is waking up,
she has a rhythm,
oh believe me, I ain't lyin';
She's a woman.
She's a lady in the evening time,
when the stars are in the sky,
that's the time she changes back into a kitten,
oh believe me, I ain't lyin'.
She's my baby.
She's my baby in the morning time,
when the sleep is in her eyes,
and the world is waking up,
she has a rhythm,
oh believe me, I ain't lyin';
She's a woman.
She's a lady in the evening tiem,
when the stars are in the sky,
that's the time she changes back into a kitten,
oh believe me, I ain't lyin'.
Ooh, like gravy,
sown to the last drop,
I keep moppin' it up,
moppin' it up, yeah,
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By Paul McCartney
Can't say I've found out,
I can't tell you
what's all about.
Don't know who does,
I tell you to
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Oh, oh, oh,
No, no, no.
I must be wrong, baby, yeah.
But I don't believe that he's the one,
But if you insist,
I must be wrong, I must be wrong,
I have to leave,
And when I'm gone,
I'll leave my message in my song,
That's right.
Beware, my love,
He'll bowl you over.
Beware, my love,
Before you're much older,
He'll sweep you up under his carpet.
You'd be in luck if you could stop it.
Come on, now.
Well, he'll wear you out,
and in a miniute,
you'll hear a shout,
and then you'll be in it.
So, so beware my love,
'cause he'll take you under.
Beware, my love,
the sound of his thunder;
Can't say (I've) found out.
I tell you to
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
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by Jimmy McCulloch and Colin Allen
Doctor Tom is getting on,
All he does is sign his name.
I get things my brainbox sings,
but I'll go down again.
Play with fire, getting higher,
Higher than a nine foot flame.
My soul is pent and so's the rent,
but I'll go down again.
Wino Junko can't say no,
Wino Junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no
till you go down again
This and treat you crazy cat,
Flying sideways once again.
I'm in a spin it makes me grin,
but I'll go down again.
Wino Junko can't say no,
Wino Junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no
till you go down again.
Till you go down again.
Till you go down again.
Till you go down.
Take what I need until I bleed,
People will say I've gone insane.
Ain't scared to die, it's such a high,
till I go down again.
Wino Junko can't say no,
Wino Junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no,
Till you go down again.
Wino Junko can't say no,
Wino Junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no,
Till you go down again.
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By Paul McCartney
You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.
But I look around me and I see it isn't so.
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.
And what's wrong with that?
I'd like to know, 'cause here I go again
I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you,
I can't explain the feeling's plain to me, say can't you see?
Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me
Now can't you see,
What's wrong with that
I need to know, 'cause here I go again
I love you, I love you
Love doesn't come in a minute,
sometimes it doesn't come at all
I only know that when I'm in it
It isn't silly, no, it isn't silly, love isn't silly at all.
How can I tell you about my loved one?
How can I tell you about my loved one?
How can I tell you about my loved one?
(I love you)
How can I tell you about my loved one?
(I love you)
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By Paul McCartney
Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,
Cook of the house,
I'm the cook of the house.
No matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best 'cause I'm the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.
The salad's in the bowl,
The rice is on the stove.
Green beans in the colander and where the res is heaven only knows.
Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn-bread, curry powder, coffee too,
Cook of the house,
I'm the cook of the house.
No, matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best.
'cause I'm the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.
Where the rest is heaven only knows.
Matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best 'cause I'm the cook of the house.
Cook of the house,
Cook of the house,
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By Denny Laine
If I have to run, I'm not runnin' out on you.
If I have to shake a little sand out of my shoes,
I'm runnin' from the law, or they'll put me inside.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.
I've been on the run since the Good Lord knows when,
And the day I die,
I'll still be runnin' then,
Runnin' from the days when I would lay me down and cry.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.
Will I love you tomorrow?
Yes, I will; my love,
Oh yes I will, my love.
Will I beg, steal or borrow?
Yes, I will; my love,
Oh yes I will, my love.
To spend a little time happy to be by your side.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.
If I have to run, I'm not runnin' out on you.
If I have to shake a little sand out of my shoes,
I'm runnin' from the law, or they'll put me inside.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time,
Baby, won't you let me have a little time,
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By Paul McCartney
I've just seen another sunset on my own.
All day long I've been alone,
and I must do something about it,
yes I must do something about it.
Played another losing cardgame with myself.
Lonely joker on ashalf,
and I must do something about it,
yes I must do something about it.
No one on the party line,
No one seems to need a dime,
No one even knows that I'm feeling this way.
I've just seen another sunset on my own.
All day long I've been alone,
and I must do something about it,
yes I must do something about it.
No one seems to need my vote,
No one has to change a note,
No one here to hold my coat,
Oh, what a day.
I've just watched another movie on T.V.
No one's in the house but me,
and I must do something about it,
yes I must do something about it.
Oh, oh, something about it.
I've just dialed another number on my phone.
All day long I've been alone,
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By Paul McCartney
San Ferry Anne
(Paul McCartney)
You've got a lot,
and from what you've got,
I'd say you're doing well, dear.
Dressed like a dream,
and if things are what they seem,
you're looking swell, dear.
Your little man
brings you trinkets when he can,
but he can't stay, sear.
That's very well,
but inside your shiny shell,
you dance all day, dear.
So go, begay,
let your feelings leap away
into the laughter.
San ferry Anne,
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By Paul McCartney
A love so warm and beautiful
stands when time itself is falling,
A love so warm and beautiful
never fades away.
Love, faith and hope are beautiful
when your world is touched by sadness,
To each his own is wonderful,
love will never die.
Sunlight's morning glory
tells the story of our love,
Moonlight on the water
brings me inspiration ever after.
A love so warm and beautiful
stands when time itself is calling,
A love so warm and beautiful
never fades away,
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By Paul McCartney
Sowhere to the south of New York City
Lies the friendly state of Tennessee,
Down in Nashville then I met a pretty
Who made a pretty big fool out of me.
And they call her Sally,
Sally G, why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
You're my Sally, Sally G
took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G.
The night life took me down to Printers Alley,
where Sally sang a song behind a bar.
I ran my eyes across her as she sang a tangled mime,
I used to love to hear her sweet guitar.
And they call her Sally,
Sally G, why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
You're my Sally, Sally G
took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G.
Me and Sally took up,
things began to look up,
Me and her were going strong.
Then she started lyin',
I could see our love was dyin'.
I heard a voice say,
"Move along, move along".
Well now. I'm on my own again,
I wonder if she ever really understood.
I never thought to ask her what the letter "G" stood for,
But I know for sure it wasn't good.
And they call her Sally,
Sally G, why d'you wanna do the things you do to me?
You're my Sally, Sally G
took the part that was the heart of me, Sally G.
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