The Beatles

Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a longer,
But, he knew it couldn't last.
Jo Jo left his home in Tucson, Arizona,
For some California grass.Get back!
  Get back!
  Get back to where you once belonged.
  Get back!
  Get back!
  Get back to where you once belonged.Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman,
  But, she was another man.
  All the girls around her say she's got it coming,
  But she gets it while she can.Get back!
  Get back!
  Get back to where you once belonged.
  Get back!
  Get back!
  Get back to where you once belonged.

To lead a better life,
I need my love to be here.Here making each day of the year,
  Changing my life with a wave of her hand.
  Nobody can deny that there's something there.There, running my hands through her hair;
  Both of us thinking how good it can be.
  Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there.I want her ev'rywhere, and if she's beside me
  I know I need never care,
  But to love her is to meet her ev'rywhere,
  Knowing that love is to share,
  Each one believing that love never dies,
  Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there.I want her ev'rywhere, and if she's beside me
  I know I need never care,
  But to love her is to meet her ev'rywhere,
  Knowing that love is to share,
  Each one believing that love never dies,
  Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there.To be there and ev'rywhere,
  Here, there and ev'rywhere.

I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade.
And though the news was rather sad,
I just had to laugh,
I saw the photograph.He blew his mind out in a car.
  He didn't notice that the lights had changed.
  A crowd a people stood and stared,
  They'd seen his face before.
  Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords.I saw a film today, oh boy.
  The English army had just won the war.
  A crowd of people turned away,
  But I just had to look.
  Having read the book,
  I'd love to turn you on.Woke up fell out of bed
  Dragged a comb across my head.
  Found my way down stairs and drunk a cup
  And looking up I notice I was late.
  Found my coat and grabbed my hat,
  Made the bus is second flat.
  Found my way up stairs and hot a smoke
  And somebody spoke and I went into a dream.
  I heard the news today, oh boy.
  Four thousand holes in Blackburn Lancashire.
  And though the holes were rather small,
  They had to count them all.
  Now they know haw many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
  I'd love to turn you on.