 | The Cavalier daily Thursday, February 11, 1971 |  |
ELEANOR RIGBY
Ah look at all the lonely Beatles.
Ah, look at all the loney Beatles.
Ah, look at all the loney Beatles.
Mister McCartney issues a writ
From the farm where he spends every day
Hidden away.
John at his window, wearing the face
That his wife did the modeling for,
Chains up his door.
From the farm where he spends every day
Hidden away.
John at his window, wearing the face
That his wife did the modeling for,
Chains up his door.
All the lonely Beatles, where have they all come from?
All the lonely Beatles, where do they all belong?
All the lonely Beatles, where do they all belong?
Look at George Harrison writing the words of a mantra
That no one can sing.
Doing his thing.
Look at him working, tuning a string in the night
When there's nobody there.
Does he still care?
That no one can sing.
Doing his thing.
Look at him working, tuning a string in the night
When there's nobody there.
Does he still care?
All the lonely Beatles, where have they all come from?
All the lonely Beatles, where do they all belong?
All the lonely Beatles, where do they all belong?
Ringo Starr-Starkie went into films and was buried
Along with his name.
Nobody came.
Mister McCartney, wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the court,
Has he sold short?
Along with his name.
Nobody came.
Mister McCartney, wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the court,
Has he sold short?
Ah, look at all the lonely Beatles.
| The Cavalier daily Thursday, February 11, 1971 | |