Paul McCartney

Monkberry Moon Delight

Paul McCartney

So I sat in the attic
A pillow up my nose  
And the wind played a dreadful cantata (ta-ta ta-ta)
 
So was I bound to crack with my head in this hole
And the horrible sound of tomato (matoes, matoes).

Ketch up Ketch up Super doorsy
Don't get left behind
Ketch-up behind
Be left behind
Be left behind
 
When I rattled the brass I'd awoken
The sinews the nerves and the veins
My piano was boldly out-spoken
Had a chance to repeat its refrain

So I stood with a knot in my stomach
Then I gazed at that terrible sight
What do your stars conceal in a barrel
Sucking Monkberry moon delight

Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight
 
The sinews,
The nerves and the veins.  
My piano was boldly outspoken,
In attempts to repeat its refrain.
 
So I stood with a knot in my stomach,  
And I gazed at that terrible sight  
Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel,
Sucking monkberry moon delight.  
 
Monkberry moon delight,  
Monkberry moon delight.

Know no banana is older than the rest
In my hair is a tangled buretta (re-ta re-ta)
And I would leave my pyjamas to Phyllis Budapest
Don't get the gist of your letter (letter Ooh)

Ketch-up Ketch up
Cats and kittens
Don't get left behind (get left behind)
Behind get left behind
Be left behind
 
When I rattled the brass I'd awoken
The sinews the nerves and the veins
My piano was boldly out-spoken
Had a chance to repeat its refrain

So I stood with a knot in my stomach
Then I gazed at that terrible sight
What do your stars conceal in a barrel
Sucking Monkberry moon delight

Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight
Moon delight

Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight


 

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