'Cause it's our song anyroad, innit?
It must be alright

Chinga-chinga-ching, bom-bom-bom
A lovely time

It's okay, we know, I think we know I think this might be it
Mouth is goin' chinga-chinga-ching, boom, boom, boom
The bit that John finally got, just after that, then we do the bass -
Oh, this boy, that boy, that boy
This boy, that boy
Da-da-doo, boy
Luke-warm baby on a custard face, to-do-do-do
George is tuned up
Who's this? It's Jesus, our lord and savior
'Cause it's our song anyroad, innit?
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
Oh, baby, now I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
Baby, I feel it now
Gotta feel it now
Unless you make a bit of wind on it
Why such fury?
Mister Moonlight
Unless you make a bit of wind on it
Why such fury?
Let me keep on me
Mister Moonlight
Let me keep on me
Sag-a-doo, boo-boo-boo-be-doo
Let me keep on me
Okay, Paul, you ready, boy? This is it Alright, cut this tomfoolery out!
Okay
Had a lovely time