The Beatles Song - Brien McVernon

If you're listening to this song You may think the chords are going wrong But they're not I just wrote it like that When you listen late at night You may feel the words are not quite right But they are I just wrote them myself And it doesn't really matter what chords I play What words I say or time of day it is As it's only a northern song It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear Or how I fare or if my hair is brown When it's only a northern song If you think the harmony Is a little off and out of key Then you're right Cause i sing it myself

Aah Because the world is round It turns me on Because the world is round Aah Because the wind is high It blows my mind Because the wind is high Aah Love is old, love is new Love is all, love is you Because the sky is blue It makes me cry Because the sky is blue Aah

I been told when a boy kiss a girl Take a trip around the world Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) My girl says when I kiss her lips Gets a thrill through her fingertips Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) Well, I talk about boys Don't ya know I mean boys Well, I talk about boys, now Aaahhh, boys Well, I talk about boys, now What a bundle of joy! (alright, George!) My girl says when I kiss her lips Gets a thrill through her fingertips Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) Well, I talk about boys Don't ya know I mean boys Well, I talk about boys, now Aaahhh, aaahhh Well, I talk about boys, now What a bundle of joy Boys Don't ya know I mean boys Boys Aaahhh, aaahhh...

One, two, three, four (for you, nineteen for me) One, two (one, two, three, four) Let me tell you how it will be There's one for you, nineteen for me 'Cos I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman Should five per cent appear too small Be thankful I don't take it all 'Cos I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman (If you drive a car—car) I'll tax the street (If you try to sit—sit) I'll tax your seat (If you get too cold—cold) I'll tax the heat (If you take a walk—walk) I'll tax your feet Taxman 'Cos I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman Don't ask me what I want it for (Ha, ha, Mr. Wilson) If you don't want to pay some more (Ha, ha, Mr. Heath) 'Cos I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman Now my advice for those who die (Taxman) Declare the pennies on your eyes (Taxman) 'Cos I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman And you're working for no one but me (Taxman)