Please Mr. Post Man,
I need a time machine.
To take mo to the 60s,
Where the four laddies had been.
Let it take me down
To The Strawberry Fields,
Or let me live in
The Yellow Submarine.
And when the Sun King rises,
I'll be flying with Lucy,
While I sing with the Blackbird.
And when Mr. Moonlight shines
With his brightest stars,
I'll be weeping with George's guitar
And who knows someday,
Be in the movies with Ringo Starr.
Man, two of us'll be famous afar!
