The Beatles — Come Together (Lennon/McCartney)

Shoot me!

Here come old flat top, he come groovin’ up slowly, he got
Jo jo eyeball, he one holy roller, he got
Hair down to his knee.
Got to be a joker he just do what he please.

He wear no shoeshine, he got toe jam football, he got
Monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola, he say,
«I know you, you know me,
One thing I can tell you is you gotta be free».

Come together right now over me!

He bag production, he got walrus gumboot, he got
O-no sideboard, he one spinal cracker, he got
Feet down below his knee,
Hold you in his arm-chair you can feel his disease.

He roller-coaster, he got early warning, he got
Muddy water, he one Mojo filter, he say,
«One and one and one is three».
Got to be good-looking, ’cause he’s so hard to see.

Come together, yeah…