( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )

Here comes old flat top,
He come grooving up slowly,
He got Joo Joo eye-ball,
He one holy roller,
He got hair down to his knee.
Got to be a joker,
He just do what he please.

He wear no shoeshine,
He got toe jam football,
He got monkey finger,
He shoot Coca-Cola,
He say "I know you, you know me",
One thing I can tell you
Is you got to be free.

Come together, right now, over me.

He bag production,
He got walrus gumboot,
He got O-no side board,
He one spinal cracker,
He got feet down below his knee.
Hold you in his armchair,
You can feel his disease.

To be continued...