When I was younger, so much younger than today
I never needed anybody’s help in any way
But now these days are gone, I’m not so self assured
Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors
Help me if you can, I’m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won’t you please, please help me
When you were young and your heart
Was an open book
You used to say live and let live
(You know you did)
(You know you did)
(You know you did)
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
(Much better than a)
Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart
We’re Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
We hope you will enjoy the show
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
Sit back and let the evening go
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They’re the first to come and the last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They’ll set it up in another town
Another op’nin’, another Show
Another op’nin’, another show
In Philly, Boston or Baltimoe,
A chance for stagefolks to say “hello”
Another op’nin’, another show.
Another job that you hope, at last,
Will make your future forget your past,
Another pain where the ulcers grow,
Another op’nin’, another show
Good morning, Baltimore,
Every day’s like an open door,
Every night is a fantasy,
Every sound’s like a symphony.
Good morning, Baltimore,
And someday when I take to the floor,
The world’s gonna wake up and see,
Baltimore and me!
Our voices will ring together
Until the twelfth of never
We all will live love forever, as one
Come to see victory
In a land called fantasy
Loving life, a new degree
Bring your mind to everlasting liberty
Here comes the dancers one bye one
Your mama’s callin’ but you’re havin’ fun
You find you’re dancin’ on a number nine cloud
Put your hands together now and sing It out loud
Its all part of my rock 'n roll fantasy
Its all part of my rock 'n roll dream
Let’s say you’re lost in a park, sure
You can give in to the dark or
You can trip a little light fantastic with me
When you’re alone in your room
Your choice’s just embrace the gloom
Or you can trip a little light fantastic with me
For if you hide under the covers
You might never see the day
But if a spark can start inside your heart
Then you can always find the way
So when life is getting dreary
Just pretend that you’re a leerie
As you trip a little light fantastic with me
We skipped a light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A sad blue eyed drummer rehearses outside
A Black spider dancing on top of his eye
Red legged chicken stands ready to strike
And everything emptying into white
I built my house from barley rice
Green pepper walls and water ice
And everything emptying into white
In the white room with black curtains near the station,
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings,
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes,
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes
Silver threads
And golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine…
Silver and gold, silver and gold,
Mean so much more when I see,
Silver and gold decorations,
On ev’ry Christmas tree.
Goldfinger
He’s the man, the man with the Midas touch
A spider’s touch
Such a cold finger
Beckons you to enter his web of sin
But don’t go in
The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again
I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
When I get all steamed up
Hear me shout!
Tip me over
And pour me out
Put another log on the fire,
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to my car, jack it up, and change the tire,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
You can fill my pipe and fetch my slippers,
Boil me up another pot of tea,
Then put another log on the fire,
And come and tell me why you’re leaving me.