When older, so much older than before, 
I offered help to friends with unpaid bills, 
but now these magic tours are gone for sure.
I hope to find a hole my soul could fill.

But please don’t look at all the lonely people, 
while living in a yellow submarine!
Like Mister Kipling they’re about to kiple.
– Hey, what the hell’s he doing in this scene?

I never met a man today, oh boy, 
that knew how many tracks there really were
on the album that I always will enjoy, 
though Lucy’s diamonds are annoying her.

As favorite rhythmic insects I’ve got John
– his serious madness always turns me on!