Yellow Submarine Page #2

Not if you're on the bottom.

All right, lads,

time to stow the gab and turn to.

Groovy. How do you start this thing?

It starts with a Blue Meanie attack.

Supposing there's no Blue Meanies

in the neighbourhood?

Then you start looking for a switch.

Perhaps this is it.

One, two, three, four

Can I have a little more?

Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten

I love you

A, B, C, D

Can I bring my friend to tea?

E, F, G, H, I, J

I love you

Sail the ship

Chop the tree

Skip the rope

Look at me

All together now

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now (all together now),

all together now

Black, white, green, red

Can I take my friend to bed?

Pink, brown, yellow, orange and blue

I love you (All together now)

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now,

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now

Sail the ship

Chop the tree

Skip the rope

Look at me

All together now

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now!

What time is it?

It's time for time.

Look, the hands are slowing down.

- Do you ever get the feeling...

- Yeah.

That things aren't as rosy

as they appear to be under the surface?

What's happening, John?

In my humble opinion,

we've become involved

in Einstein's time-space

continuum theory.

Relatively speaking, that is.

- Maybe time's gone on strike.

- What for?

- Shorter hours.

- I don't blame it.

It must be very tiring being time,

mustn't it?

- Why?

- It's a twenty-four hour day, isn't it?

- You surprise me, Ringo.

- Why?

- Dealing in abstracts.

- Just because I'm a drummer...

- I don't half feel funny.

- You're not half the lad you used to be.

Look, everything's getting bigger.

It's not.

It's us that are getting smaller...

- I want my mam.

- And younger.

There you are, lads.

Old Fred will get you out of all this.

Look at that!

- It's all a load of Father Xmas's.

- It's not. It's Father Time.

- How do you know?

- I read it in a book.

I don't want to alarm you,

but the years are going backwards.

What's that mean, Old Fred?

If we slip back through time

at this rate,

very soon we'll all disappear

up our own existence.

- What are we gonna do, then?

- We could always try a few buttons.

I want my mam.

Time's fast running out for us,

I'm afraid.

Can't we do something to the clock?

What do you mean, John?

Move the hands forward,

see what happens.

Clever lad.

Something strange is happening.

It's speeding up now.

Funny... a submarine

remarkably like our own.

Uncannily.

There's someone in it. Look.

- And they're waving.

- It's a group of fellas.

Wave back.

Maybe we're both part of

a vast yellow submarine fleet.

There's only two of us.

Then I would suggest that

yonder yellow submarine is ourselves

- going backwards...

...in time!

Look at Ringo.

Oh dear, we're all the same.

Senile delinquents.

And I can hear my beard growing.

We'd better do something.

When I get older, losing my hair

Many years from now

Will you still be sending me a valentine

Birthday greetings, bottle of wine

If I'd been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door?

Will you still need me,

will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older, too

And if you say the word

I could stay with you

I could be handy mending a fuse

When your lights have gone

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday mornings, go for a ride

Doing the garden, digging the weeds

Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me,

will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage

in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear

We shall scrimp and save

Grandchildren on your knee,

Vera, Chuck and Dave

Send me a postcard,

drop me a line

Stating point of view

Indicate precisely

what you mean to say

Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your answer, fiill in a form,

mine forever more

Will you still need me,

will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?

Well, correct me if I'm wrong,

gentlemen,

but would you agree that we have been

passing through the Sea of Time?

That would explain a few things.

I'm glad I'm not young any more.

Or was it old?

- What kind of a sea is this?

- The Sea of Science.

Oh, yeah.

If you're listening to this song

You may think the chords

are going wrong

But they're not

He just wrote it like that

When you're listening late at night

You may think the band

are not quite right

But they are

They just play it like that

It doesn't really matter

what chords I play

What words I say

or time of day it is

Cause it's only a Northern Song

It doesn't really matter

what clothes I wear

Or how I fare or if my hair is brown

When it's only a Northern Song

If you think the harmony

Is a little dark and out of key

You're correct

There's nobody there

And I told you there's no-one there.

- He looks wrong.

- He doesn't look at all well.

In fact, he's horrible.

He's so ugly.

Really ugly!

Somebody push a button.

- There's a Cyclops.

- Can't be. He's got two eyes.

Then it must be a bi-Cyclops.

- There's another one.

- A whole cyclopedia.

There's a school of whales.

- They look a bit old for school.

- University, then.

- University of Whales.

- They look like dropouts to me.

You've got to steer clear.

- Steer clear?

- Yes, steer. Clear?

Yes, dear.

Now, whatever you do,

don't touch that button.

- Which button?

- That one.

This one?

That was the panic button.

- Poor Ringo.

- Poor lad.

Never did no harm to no-one.

Lads, now Ringo's gone,

what are we gonna do?

Learn to sing trios.

No, let's save the poor devil.

I see footsteps.

- It's a pair of kinky boot-beasts.

- Preparing to attack.

- I don't half miss Ringo.

- He's far out there.

Always was.

- Here comes Ringo!

- 'H' is for hurry!

There goes Ringo.

It's seen us.

Find a boxing button.

Whoever heard of a boxing button?

Who cares? Find one.

Fire one!

Uh-oh, wrong one.

That.

There goes Ringo again.

- Rides well, doesn't he?

- 'E' is for ergent...

Oh no, not the dreaded vacuum again.

- We'll be sucked into oblivion.

- Or even further.

Put her in reverse.

So long, sucker.

- Too much.

- Too soon.

Reverse! Reverse!

- Ringo time.

- 'L' is for love me...

Indians!

Help! Help!

'P' is for please...

So, press a button.

- How was it, Ringo?

- 'Arrowing.

Look who's back.

Full speed ahead.

- Oh, no.

- The motor's packing in.

By all the sea nymphets,

we're losing power.

We're being swallowed.

What shall we do?

- Serve tea.

- Lovely.

By Neptune's knickerbockers,

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