OhFlew in from Miami Beach BOAC Didn't get to bed last night On the way the paper bag was on my knee Man, I had a dreadful flightI'm back in the USSRYou don't know how lucky you are, boyBack in the USSR Been away so long I hardly knew the place Gee, it's good to be back homeLeave it till tomorrow to unpack my case Honey, disconnect the phoneI'm back in the USSRYou don't know how lucky you are, boyBack in the U.S.Back in the U.S.Back in the USSR Well, the Ukraine girls really knock me outThey leave the West behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind Oh, come onWhoo, heyWhoo, ooh, yeahYeah, yeah Hey, I'm back in the USSRYou don't know how lucky you are, boysBack in the USSR Well, the Ukraine girls really knock me outThey leave the West behindAnd Moscow girls make me sing and shoutThat Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind Oh, show me round your snow-peaked mountains way down southTake me to your daddy's farm Let me hear your balalaikas ringing outCome and keep your comrade warmI'm back in the USSRHey!You don't know how lucky you are, boyBack in the USSR Oh, let me tell you, honeyHey, I'm backI'm back in the USSRHey, it's so good to be hereYeah, back in the USSRI'm back!

Dear PrudenceWon't you come out to pla-a-ay?Dear PrudenceGreet the brand new da-a-a-ayThe sun is up, the sky is blueIt's beautiful, and so are youDear PrudenceWon't you come out to play? Dear PrudenceOpen up your eyesDear PrudenceSee the sunny ski-i-i-ies (aaa...)The wind is low; the birds will sing (...aaaa...)That you are part of everything (...aaaa...)Dear Prudence (...ah)(Aah-aah-aah)Won't you open up your eyes? Look around, round (round, round, round)(Round, round, round, round, round)Look around, round, round (round, round)(Round, round, round, round, round)Look around Dear PrudenceLet me see you smi-i-ileDear PrudenceLike a little chi-i-i-ild (aaa...)The clouds will be a daisy chain (...aaaa...)So let me see you smile again (...aaaa...)Dear Prudence (...ah)(Ooh-ooh-ooh)Won't you let me see you smile? Dear PrudenceWon't you come out to pla-a-ay?Dear PrudenceGreet the brand new da-a-a-ayThe sun is up, the sky is blueIt's beautiful, and so are youDear PrudenceWon't you come out to play?

I told you 'bout Strawberry FieldsYou know, the place where nothing is realWell, here's another place you can go-oWhere everything flo-owsLooking through the bent-backed tulipsTo see how the other half live Looking through a glass onion I told you 'bout the walrus and me, manYou know that we're as close as can be, man Well, here's another clue for you allThe walrus was Paul Standing on the cast iron shore, yeah Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah Looking through a glass onion Oh, yeahOh, yeahOh, yeahLooking through a glass onion I told you 'bout the fool on the hillI tell you, man, he living there stillWell, here's another place you can beListen to me Fixin' the hole in the ocean Tryin' to make a dovetail joint, yeahLooking through a glass onion

Desmond has a barrow in the marketplaceMolly is the singer in a bandDesmond says to Molly, "Girl, I like your face"And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand Ob-la-di, ob-la-daLife goes on, braLa-la, how the life goes onOb-la-di, ob-la-daLife goes on, braLa-la, how the life goes on Desmond takes a trolley to the jeweller's storeBuys a twenty carat golden ring (rin-ring)Takes it back to Molly waiting at the doorAnd as he gives it to her she begins to sing (sing) Ob-la-di, ob-la-da (la-la-la-la la-la-)Life goes on, bra (la-la la-la-la-laaa)La-la, how the life goes onOb-la-di, ob-la-da (la-la-la-la la-la-)Life goes on, bra (la-la la-la-la-laaa)La-la, how the life goes onYeah In a couple of yearsThey have built a home sweet homeWith a couple of kids running in the yardOf Desmond and Molly Jones (ha ha ha ha) Happy ever after in the market placeDesmond lets the children lend a hand (arm!) (leg!)Molly stays at home and does her pretty faceAnd in the evening she still sings it with the band Yes!Ob-la-di, ob-la-daLife goes on, braLa-la, how the life goes onHey!Ob-la-di, ob-la-daLife goes on, braLa-la, how the life goes on In a couple of yearsThey have built a home sweet home (home: H-O-M-E)With a couple of kids running in the yardOf Desmond and Molly Jones (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) Happy ever after in the market placeMolly lets the children lend a handDesmond stays at home and does his pretty faceAnd in the evening she's a singer with the band Yeah!Ob-la-di, ob-la-daLife goes on, braLa-la, how the life goes onHey!Ob-la-di, ob-la-daLife goes on, braLa-la, how the life goes onAnd if you want some funTake Ob-la-di-bla-da Ahh...Thank you

Honey pie, honey pie Honey pie, honey pie Honey pie, honey pie Honey pie, honey pie I love youHoney pie

Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill?Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill?(I'll tell you) He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gunIn case of accidents he always took his momHe's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's sonAll de children sing Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill?Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Deep in the jungle, where the mighty tiger liesBill and his elephants were taken by surpriseSo Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyesAll de children sing Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill?Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill? The children asked him if to kill was not a sin"Not when he looked so fierce", his mommy butted in"If looks could kill, it would have been us instead of him"All the children sing Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill?Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill?Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill?Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill?Hey, Bungalow BillWhat did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Spoken:Eh up!

I look at you allSee the love there that's sleepingWhile my guitar gently weepsI look at the floorAnd I see it needs sweepingStill my guitar gently weeps I don't know why nobody told youHow to unfold your loveI don't know how someone controlled youThey bought and so-old you I look at the worldAnd I notice it's turningWhile my guitar gently weeps(With) every mistakeWe must surely be learningStill my guitar gently weepsYeah I don't know how you were divertedYou were perverted tooI don't know how you were invertedNo-one alerted you I look at you allSee the love there that's sleepingWhile my guitar gently weepsLook at you allStill my guitar gently wee-ee-eeps Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh Oh, oh, oh, oh (eee…)Oh, oh, oh (… eee) Oh, oh (eee…)Oh, oh (… eee…)Oh, oh (… eee) Yeah, yeah, yeah (eee…)Yeah, yeah, yeah (… eee…)Yeah, yeah, yeah (… eee…)Go! (… eee) Oh (eee)

She's not a girl who misses muchDo-do do-do do-doOh, yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet handLike a lizard on a window paneThe man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrorsOn his hobnail bootsLying with his eyes while his hands are busyWorking overtimeA soap impression of his wife which he ateAnd donated to the National Trust I need a fix 'cos I'm going downDown to the bits that I left uptownI need a fix 'cos I'm going down Mother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gunMother Superior jump the gun Happiness (happiness) is a warm gun (bang bang, shoot shoot)Happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang, shoot shoo-oot)When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah)And I feel (ooh) my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah)I know (ooh) nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)Because (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang, shoot shoot)Happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, yes, it is (bang bang, shoot shoot) Happiness is a warm—yes it is—gu-u-un (happiness)(Bang bang, shoot shoot)Well, don't you know that happiness (happiness) is a warm gun (is a warm gun), mama?(Yeah)

Martha, my dearThough I spend my days in conversation, pleaseRemember meMartha, my loveDon't forget meMartha, my dear Hold your head up, you silly girlLook what you've doneWhen you find yourself in the thick of itHelp yourself to a bit of what is all around youSilly girl Take a good look around youTake a good look; you're bound to seeThat you and me were meant to beFor each otherSilly girl Hold your hand out, you silly girlSee what you've doneWhen you find yourself in the thick of itHelp yourself to a bit of what is all around youSilly girl Martha, my dearYou have always been my inspiration, pleaseBe good to beMartha, my loveDon't forget meMartha, my dear

Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these sunken eyes and learn to seeAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to be free Blackbird flyBlackbird flyInto the light of the dark black night Blackbird flyBlackbird flyInto the light of the dark black night Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to ariseYou were only waiting for this moment to ariseYou were only waiting for this moment to arise