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letra de beatle rap - the qworymen

paul: h-llo, lads. why don’t we do a buddy holly number?
john: you know, you know my name, look up the number
george: number nine…number nine…
john: what a shame, mary jane had a pain at the party
george: i’ve just seen a face, and it’s ringo’s!

[verse 1: “ringo”]
well, my name is ringo, and that ain’t lingo
’cause i’m the greatest star
well, i ain’t no bummer, i’m a hummer of a drummer
and i’ve gone pretty far
i’ve got a yellow sub and a caveman’s club
to beat on all me skins
i even got me a magic christian
to pardon all me sins
i got a bird named bach who loves to rock
she’s a woman who understands
but if she ever left me, i’d have to get me
a lonely heart’s club band
now i’d like to introduce you all
to a lad who’s on the ball
he plays bass with a lot of taste
and he goes by the name of paul
take it away, pauly
ah, is this your grandfather, then? he’s very clean
paul: ringo, we’ll call you
ringo: i’ll be out paradin’ then
[verse 2: “paul”]
well, me name is paul, and i do it all
like write and sing and play
but for all me money, it might be funny
i still long for yesterday
now i might have a smile that’s longer than a mile
but don’t think it’s all been fun
george: it hasn’t
paul: i’ve been arrested for drugs, mobbed and mugged
and had a band that’s on the run, y’see
i’ve been throw in jail, gotten hate mail
even told that i was dead
had herds of birds threaten me life
just ’cause i wanted to wed, you see
now i’d like to introduce you to
a man who found the lord
he plays a mean sitar, rhythm guitar
and he goes by the name of george
george, hey, we’ll let you sing one now

[verse 3: “george”]
i’ll sing if you want me to sing
and i won’t sing if you don’t want me to sing
well, i just might be the baby of the bunch
but i’m also the most hip
from the maharishi to hare krishna
i started every trip
john: what’s he talking about?
george: hare hare
ob-la-di, ob-la-da
yeah, yeah, let it be, let it be
la la la, la la, hey jude
love is all you need
my sweet, he’s so fine
i do it all, they just never give me any credits
john: all right, lad, your time’s up
george: ooh, now let me introduce you to
the chap who takes no cr-p
his name is john and he’s goin’ on
’cause he still likes to rap
hey john, no be-bop-a-lulas, all right?
we’ve gotta do the real thing this time
john: fair enough
george: ok, you ready?
john: aye
george: all right, here’s johnny
[verse 4: “john”]
well, my name is john, and i’m always on
and i’m speakin’ with my voice
i write rock and pop, and me head’s a mop
i’ve got a psychedelic rolls royce (for sale)
now, they called me loco when i married yoko
but she’s a gal who’s on the bean
she buys a sack of potatoes, throws out the potatoes
and hides inside and screams
you’re an eggplant, and the sister’s an aunt
and i want to jump up your nose
i love new york city, my aunt mimi
and words that rhyme with orange

what a load of rubbish!
i can’t believe this!
who wrote this thing?
paul: don’t you remember? we did, john
john: you know, we used to be fab and gear and stuff like that. what’s going…we reformed for this?
ringo: i remember when we used to make good records
john: goo goo g’joob too. goo goo g’joob to you too, and to you, and to you, and to me, and everyone here! all together now!
george: all right, i did the record, but i don’t want to play live. has anybody seen me old brown shoes?
ringo: oh, they’ve put me in the movies, haven’t they?
john: anybody want to buy some lithos, signed?
george: scrambled eggs
all: ah, ah, ah, ah!

- the qworymen

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