Backbeat Page #3

# Can't hear your momma call

# Momma, Poppa told me

son, you'd better watch your step

# If he knew about Miss Molly

I'd have to watch my pa myself

# Good golly, Miss Molly

# Sure likes to ball

# When you're rockin' and a rollin'

# Can't hear your momma call

# Good golly, Miss Molly

# Sure likes to ball

# Good golly, Miss Molly

# Sure likes to ball

# When you're rockin' and a rollin'

# Can't hear your momma call

# Going to the corner,

gonna buy a diamond ring

# She hugged me and she kissed me,

made me ting-a-ling-a-ling

# Good golly, Miss Molly

# Sure likes to ball

# When you're rockin' and a rollin'

# Can't hear your momma call #

(Excited moaning)

(Bed rattling)

- Sutcliffe?

- Not now, John.

Tell all our listeners out there,

how are you finding it here in Hamburg?

(Excited moaning)

(Moaning continues)

- You are not cold?

- Cold? Me? No.

I don't feel the cold.

(Orgasmic shrieking)

You, erm...don't want to go inside?

I'd sooner freeze.

(Woman yells and gasps)

(With posh voice) So, Sutcliffe, I know

all our listeners will want to ask you this,

are you glad you came?

Was it the right choice?

# Oh, Carol

- (Cheering)

- # Don't let him steal your heart away

# I'm gonna learn to dance

if it takes me all night and day

(Whistling)

# If you wanna hear some music

like the boys are playin'

# Hold tight, tap your foot,

don't let 'em carry you away

# Don't let the heat overcome you

when they play it so loud

(Whooping and whistling)

# Well, let the music intrigue you

when they get a crowd

# Well, if you can't dance,

I know that you wish you could

# I got my eyes on you baby

cos you dance so good #

(Cheering, applause and whistling)

# I remember too a distant bell

# And the stars that fell

# Like the rain out of the blue

# When my life is through

- # And the angels ask me to recall... #

- Hey!

I don't want you doing that.

Listen, you.

You want to fight somebody, fight me.

If you don't want to fight,

then listen to the f***ing band.

If you don't want to listen to the band,

f*** off and choke to death.

Do you understand me?

Get me meaning, mate?

I can't fight you.

You're wearing a dress.

(Laughter)

All right, here's a slow one

for all you lovebirds out there.

# Well, I got a girl with a record machine

# Comes to lovin', she's the queen

# We go to dance on a Saturday night

# All alone I can hold her tight

# She lives on the 20th floor uptown

# The elevator's broken down

# So I walk one, two flight, three flight, four

# Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more

# Up to the twelfth, I'm starting to drag

# Fifteenth floor, I'm ready to sag

# Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock

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