Yellow Submarine

Once upon a time

or maybe twice,

there was an unearthly paradise called

Pepperland.

or lie, I'm not too sure.

Pepperland is a tickle ofjoy

on the blue belly of the universe.

It must be scratched.

Right, Max?

- Yes, Your Blueness.

- What?!

We Meanies only take no for an answer.

Is that understood, Max?

No, Your Blueness.

That's better.

Are the troops in readiness?

No, your Blueness.

- The Bonkers?

- No.

- Clowns?

- No.

- Snapping Turks?

- No.

- Anti-music missiles?

- No.

- The dreadful Flying Glove?

- No.

Splendid!

Today, Pepperland goes bluely!

Fire!

The Meanies are coming!

The Meanies are coming!

Glove, Glove, come here, Glove!

Look out there,

and what do you see?

- Tell him, Max.

- Someone running, Glove.

Well, you'll soon put a stop to that,

won't you, Glovey?

Go, Glove, point!

And having pointed, pounce down!

I haven't laughed so much since Pompeii!

What?! What?!

The Glove is losing his touch.

Do your worst!

Explode them!

It's not polite to point!

Thing of beauty...

destroy it for ever!

Sir, Sir, the Meanies are coming!

Not here, Young Fred.

They wouldn't dare.

They would. They are.

What are you going to do?

Finish the quartet.

Fire!

Trio, sir?

Duet, sir?

Duet?

Solo!

Young Fred,

the Blue Meanies are coming!

- our forefathers...

- Our quartet?

- And foremothers...

- Another quartet?

Made it in this yellow submarine...

- What, that little thing?

- To Pepperland.

Climb aboard, Young Fred.

But, sir, I can't even

make my soap float.

I'm appointing you Lord Admiral.

Lord Admiral?

In that event, yes.

Hurry, Young Fred.

Go! Get help!

Where should I go?

No time for trivialities.

In the town where I was born

Lived a man who sailed to sea

And he told us of his life

In the land of submarines

So we sailed on to the sun

Till we found the sea of green

And we lived beneath the waves

In our Yellow Submarine

We all live in a Yellow Submarine

Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine

We all live in a Yellow Submarine

Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine

And our friends are all aboard

Many more of them live next door

And the band begins to play

We all live in a Yellow Submarine

Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine

We all live in a Yellow Submarine

Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine

Full speed ahead, Mr. Boatswain.

Full speed ahead.

Full speed it is, sir.

Action stations! Action stations!

Aye, sir, aye.

Captain, Captain!

As we live a life of ease

Every one of us has all we need

Sky of blue and sea of green

In our Yellow Submarine

We all live in a Yellow Submarine,

Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine,

We all live in a Yellow Submarine,

Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine,

We all live in a Yellow Submarine,

Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby

Picks up the rice in the church

where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face

that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people,

where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words

of a sermon that no-one will hear

No-one comes near

Look at him working, darning his socks

in the night when there's nobody there

What does he care?

All the lonely people,

where do they all come from?

All the lonely people,

where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church

and was buried along with her name

Nobody came

Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt

from his hands as he walks from the grave

No-one was saved

All the lonely people,

where do they all come from?

All the lonely people,

where do they all belong?

Woe... is me.

Liverpool can be a lonely place

on a Saturday night.

And this is only Thursday morning.

Compared with my life,

Eleanor Rigby's was a gay, mad whirl.

Nothing ever happens to me.

I feel like an old,

splintered drumstick.

I'd jump into the River Mersey,

but it looks like rain.

Nothing ever happens to me.

Puss, puss-puss.

Puss, puss, puss. Here, p*ssy.

Here, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy.

Here, p*ssy, p*ssy.

Ahem, er...

Would you believe me if I told you I was

being followed by a yellow submarine?

No, I would not.

Oh yeah, I didn't think you would.

I could have sworn

there was a yellow submarine.

But that isn't logical, is it?

It must have been one of them

unidentified flying cupcakes

or a figment of my imagination.

But I don't have an imagination.

Help, help, help!

Thanks, I don't need any.

Help! Won't you please,

please help me?

Be specific.

...Blue Meanies!

What you need is...

'H' for hurry, 'E' for ergent,

'L' for love me and 'P' for p-p-please help.

Hiya, baby!

Your story has touched my heart.

Jump in, we'll get my friends.

- Bless you!

- Did I sneeze?

- Just park it here.

- I'll just park it here.

- What would your friends be doing here?

- Displaying.

- Displaying what?

- Displaying around.

- Can't we take one of these?

- No. I only work with my mates.

Frankenstein?

I used to go out with his sister.

- His sister?

- Yeah. Phyllis.

Hey, I wonder what would happen

if I pulled this lever.

You mustn't do that.

Can't help it.

I'm a born lever-puller.

Ringo, I've just had

the strangest dream.

I warned you not to eat

on an empty stomach.

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