John Lennon

Head on the wall And my piss hardly makes the stall And this time it's not an act This time I swear it's fact Now I ramble on About that girl who's gone And I tried teaching her guitar Now she's standing at the bar She tells me her favourite song And I say, "Yeah, that's a good one" She says it follows her around No shit, it's by the Beatles I'm so lost And I live just around the corner Well here's a thought Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword And I'm John Lennon in '67 I'm John Lennon in '67 I'm John Lennon in '67 I'm John Lennon in '67 Adam's in love again And the good Rev wants to jam instead Morgan's hearing none of it She says we're doing it again The neighbourhood's up in arms They're trying to shut down all the bars When everyone's a private eye They're hiding in the bushes every night The cats square off in the street The dogs go through the garbage You wanna stay for the night tonight? Well I know all about platonic, honey I'm so lost And I live just around the corner Well here's a thought Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword And I'm John Lennon in '67 I'm John Lennon in '67 I'm John Lennon in '67 I'm John Lennon in '67 Head on the wall And my piss hardly makes the stall And this time it's not an act I'm so lost And I live just around the corner Well here's a thought Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword And I'm John Lennon in '67 I'm John Lennon in '67 I'm John Lennon in '67 I'm John Lennon in '67 Go!