BEATLEMANIA
It’s so hard
to imagine
what is life –
isn’t it a pity?
Let it be…
I’ve got a feeling
it won’t be long
because
here comes the sun.
I’m the walrus
little child –
give me some truth,
don’t let me down.
In the town
where I was born,
some people never know
the one after 909.
Magical mystery tour…
wings
across the universe,
ticket to ride
out of the blue…
Thanks for the pepperoni.
’70s