( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )

I told you 'bout Strawberry Fields,
You know the place where nothing is real,
Well, here's another place you can go,
Where ev'rything flows,
Looking through the bent backed tulips
To see how the other half live,
Looking through the glass onion.

I told you 'bout the Walrus and me, man,
You know that we're as close as can be, man,
Well, here's another clue for you all,
The Walrus was Paul,
Standing on a cast iron ahore,yeah.
Lady Madonna tryin' to make ends meet, yeah,
Looking through the glass onion.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Looking through the glass onion.

To be continued...