Paul McCartney |
Monkberry Moon Delight |
So I sat in the attic A piano at my nose, And the wind playing a dreadful cantata. (Cantata, cantata.) Sore was I from the crack of an enemy's hose, And the horrible sound of tomato. (Tomato, tomato.) Catch up! (Catch up!) Soup and puree (Soup and puree) Don't get left behind.(Get left behind) Catch up! (Catch up!) Soup and puree (Soup and puree) Don't get left behind. (Get left behind, get left behind, get left behind) When a rattle of rats had awoken The sinews, the nerves and the veins, My piano is boldly outspoken in attempts to repeat his refrain. So I stood with a knot in my stomach, And I gazed at the terrible sight Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel, Sucking Monkberry Moon Delight. Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Well I know my banana is older than the rest, And my hair is a tangled beretta.(Beretta, beretta.) But I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest, And I don't get the gist of your letter. (Your letter, your letter) Catch up! (Catch up!) Catch kittens (Catch kittens) Don't get left behind. (Get left behind) Catch up! (Catch up!) Catch kittens (Catch kittens) Don't get left behind. (Get left behind, get left behind, get left behind) Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight Sucking Monkberry Moon Delight Monkberry Moon Delight ........ |
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