Yellow Submarine Page #5

I'm led to believe that you're an extension

of my personality.

- Yes, I'm the alter-ego man.

- And I'm the ego man, goo goo, g'joob.

I'm glad you asked me that.

Because as a matter of fact

there's a war on.

Then, brothers in war,

to the skirmish must we hence.

- Shall we hence?

- Let's not waste time sitting on the hence.

Beatles to battle. Charge!

- We're surrounded.

- Nice dog, though.

Sheepdog... standing in the rain

Bullfrog... doing it again

Some kind of happiness

is measured out in miles

What makes you think you're

something special when you smile?

Childlike... no-one understands

Jacknife... in your sweaty hands

Some kind of innocence

is measured out in years

You don't know what it's like

to listen to your fears

You can talk to me,

You can talk to me

You can talk to me...

if you're lonely you can talk to me

Big man... walking in the park

Wigwam... frightened of the dark

Some kind of solitude

is measured out in you

You think you know me

but you haven't got a clue

You can talk to me,

You can talk to me

You can talk to me...

if you're lonely you can talk to me

Hey, bulldog

Hey, bulldog

Hey, bulldog

Hey, bulldog

What do you say?

Sing it.

Do you know any more?

Play it!

Hey, bulldog

Jeremy, can it be you?

Can it be me? I think you'd better

inquire of the guards,

for when I was captured,

they took all my cards.

Shh, that's enough, Jeremy.

- The whole world's being attacked.

- What do you want me to do?

Do you recommend fisticuffs

versus the guard?

Oh, guard!

Blue Meanio!

Left to the nostril, right uppercut,

right to the eyebrow, left to the gut.

Jeremy!

Come on, Ringo!

Get back! Get back!

Once more unto the breach,

dear Meanies!

You're advancing the wrong way!

Retreat backwards!

Get back there now!

My kingdom for a horse!

I think I'll tear him up

into little pieces.

- He does, does he?

- I think I'll make a blueburger out of him.

Ha-ha, I don't care what you think.

You don't, eh?

We'll soon see about that.

He does in truth seem quite annoyed,

some reference material

before I'm destroyed.

Where ground is soft most often grows,

Arise, arise, arouse, a rose.

A rosy nose?

Speak your last piece!

Peace, peace,

supplant the doom and the gloom.

Turn off what is sour,

turn into a flower and bloom, bloom.

Ha-ha, bloom, ha-ha, bloom,

bloom, bloom...

First time I saw that Nowhere Man,

that nobody, I knew he was somebody.

You're right.

Hello there, blue people.

Won't you join us?

Buck up, and otherwise go mingle.

- What do you say?

- Max?

Your Blue...

I mean, your Newness!

It's no longer a blue world, Max.

Where could we go?

Argentina?

Are you with us?

Will you join?

- Shall we?

- No!

Yes, your Newness!

- Yes, Max...

- Yes.

Oh, yes is a word with a glorious ring,

A true, universal, euphonious thing.

In genders embracing

and chasing of blues,

the very best word

for the whole world to use. Ha-ha!

Yes, let us mix, Max.

I've never admitted it before, but

my cousin is the Bluebird of Happiness.

It's all too much

When I look into your eyes,

Your love is there for me

And the more I go inside,

the more there is to see

It's all too much for me to take

The love that's shining all around here

All the world is birthday cake,

So take a piece but not too much

Nice to have the time

to take this opportunity

Time for me to look at you,

and you to look at me

It's all too much for me to see

The love that's shining all around you

Everywhere, it's what you make

For us to take, it's all too much

It's too much

- Catchy tune, that.

- I can't seem to get it out of my head.

- Then shake it.

- That's what we've been doing all night.

Yeah, it was a great party.

And we brought back lots of lovely

souvenirs. Here is the motor.

- I've got a little love.

- And I've got a hole in my pocket.

A hole?

Half a hole, anyway.

I gave the rest to Jeremy.

What can he do with half a hole?

Fix it to keep his mind from wandering.

Look at John, will you?

What's the matter, John?

Blue Meanies?

Newer and bluer Meanies

have been sighted

within the vicinity of this theatre.

There's only one way to go out.

- How's that?

- Singing.

One... two... three... four

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven, eight, nine, ten

A:

B:

C:

D:

E:

F:

G, H, I, J

All together now...

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