Yellow Submarine Page #3

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now (all together now),

all together now (all together now)

All together now!

What time is it?

It's time for time.

Look, the hands are slowing down.

- Do you ever get the feeling...

- Yeah.

That things aren't as rosy

as they appear to be under the surface?

What's happening, John?

In my humble opinion,

we've become involved

in Einstein's time-space

continuum theory.

Relatively speaking, that is.

- Maybe time's gone on strike.

- What for?

- Shorter hours.

- I don't blame it.

It must be very tiring being time,

mustn't it?

- Why?

- It's a twenty-four hour day, isn't it?

- You surprise me, Ringo.

- Why?

- Dealing in abstracts.

- Just because I'm a drummer...

- I don't half feel funny.

- You're not half the lad you used to be.

Look, everything's getting bigger.

It's not.

It's us that are getting smaller...

- I want my mam.

- And younger.

There you are, lads.

Old Fred will get you out of all this.

Look at that!

- It's all a load of Father Xmas's.

- It's not. It's Father Time.

- How do you know?

- I read it in a book.

I don't want to alarm you,

but the years are going backwards.

What's that mean, Old Fred?

If we slip back through time

at this rate,

very soon we'll all disappear

up our own existence.

- What are we gonna do, then?

- We could always try a few buttons.

I want my mam.

Time's fast running out for us,

I'm afraid.

Can't we do something to the clock?

What do you mean, John?

Move the hands forward,

see what happens.

Clever lad.

Something strange is happening.

It's speeding up now.

Funny... a submarine

remarkably like our own.

Uncannily.

There's someone in it. Look.

- And they're waving.

- It's a group of fellas.

Wave back.

Maybe we're both part of

a vast yellow submarine fleet.

There's only two of us.

Then I would suggest that

yonder yellow submarine is ourselves

- going backwards...

...in time!

Look at Ringo.

Oh dear, we're all the same.

Senile delinquents.

And I can hear my beard growing.

We'd better do something.

When I get older, losing my hair

Many years from now

Will you still be sending me a valentine

Birthday greetings, bottle of wine

If I'd been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door?

Will you still need me,

will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older, too

And if you say the word

I could stay with you

I could be handy mending a fuse

When your lights have gone

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

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