Harry was a bus driver He was a very forthright man He'd run down the road Right over a dog Before he'd change his path Then he met lovely Loraine They had a rough and tumble lad And it didn't come easy But the boy learned to play On a twelve pound pawn shop axe.
Everbody sing loud and shout Dreamy haze pop stars The boys came about that mersey beat sound From crude little sketches of guitars.
Well they heard of a sound From a faraway land That was ruled by a cricket and a king But a pauper's son would one day come From twenty-five Upton Green And there everyday was a place to play When the final bell had rung And when the big day come he was just too young And they sent em' all back home.
Everbody sing loud and shout Dreamy haze pop stars The boys came about that mersey beat sound From crude little sketches of guitars.
Well the wild ones don't think much of Johnny Yeah a critic's got it rough And you're a real king mixer But it's my train mister If you think that's all I've got You'll be beaten on down By mersey sound And then you'll have to choose.
Between standing on your own Or singing right along With the ones no better than you.
So everbody sing loud and shout Dreamy haze pop stars The boys came about that mersey beat sound From crude little sketches of guitars.
Everbody sing loud and shout Dreamy haze pop stars The boys came about that mersey beat sound From crude little sketches of guitars