Hey Jude, did you see the blackbird down on Penny Lane.
And so that bird can sing,
Get back here, play on your gentle weeping guitar for him.

oh Darling, Lucy, I want to hold your hand,
in a sky with little diamonds.
I really don’t want to lose that girl but can’t buy your love today

Dear Prudence, can I buy a ticket to ride in your yellow submarine.
To get you in my life
And travel as a day tripper with you, to deep Norwegian woods 

Sgt Pepper’s lonely Heartclub band is putting on a play.
I’m sure we’ll work it out
It’s on here, there, and everywhere and for at least eight days a week,

Please Mr Postman, I saw her standing there
Can we come together
Its been a long hard days night, I don’t want to lose that girl

Oh! Michelle, my belle, won’t you love me, do.
I’m not a walrus,
I’m a paperback writer , so you don’t need to hide your love away

Lady Madonna, wont you let it be
Not say hello, goodbye
She loves you now, that means I’m out, I long for yesterday

And so with Paul, John, Ringo and George
I’ll bring my old records
And back in the USSR, I’ll play a list of songs in strawberry fields forever