There’s no one like her, But no one at all. And as for charm Hers is like, wall to wall. She married Ringo And she could have had Paul. That’s why the lady is a champ.
Creates excitement Whenever it’s dull. She just appears And there goes the lull. She merely smiles And you’re out of your skull. That’s why the lady is a champ.
The folks who do And don’t meditate Agree she’s great. They mean Maureen. I’ve got more lyrics Right after this band. Because the lady is a champ.
Though we’ve not met I’m convinced she’s a gem. I’m just F.S. But to me she’s big M. Mainly because She prefers me to them. That’s why the lady is a champ.
I have lots of fans Well at least one or two. But Peter Brown calls me To tell me it’s true. She sleeps with Ringo But she thinks of you. That’s why the lady is a champ.
But I can boast, boast As much, as much as I please. The fact is that’s She’s his wife Well that’s life. But it’s her day So I whistle and stamp, Because the lady, The charming lady, Mr. Ringo’s lady is a champ.
May I toast you all the way Lift my glass and softly say I have thoughts for you this day. But beautiful thoughts for you And for your Ringo That I must express, With a warm and deep affection Of F.S. Would you kindly ask the guys If they’d grab a glass and rise ‘Cause I think we’d harmonize. But beautiful May your birthday And your birthday candles Softly gleam and glow. For that would be But beautiful I know.