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| Letters From London |
| Humorous Views on London Culture, Royals, Gossip and Politics |
A Day in the Life - 2 November 2007
Heather: From me to you; do you want to know a secret?
Paul: Not guilty. Everybody’s got something to hide (except me and my monkey). Ask me why.
Heather: Too much monkey business.
Paul: The sheik of Araby?
Heather: No reply.
Paul: That’ll be the day.
Heather: I’m so tired; tell me why I’m a loser…so how come no one loves me.
Paul: Cry baby cry. Carry that weight.
Heather: I’m gonna sit right down and cry.
Paul: All together now: twist and shout. Come and get it.
Heather: I’ll get you – I’ll cry instead, bad boy, nowhere man.
Paul: Don’t bother me. I’m looking through you.
Heather: I’ll be back. You really got a hold on me.
Paul: I should have known better. I’ll be on my way. You won’t see me.
Heather: Because…baby you’re a rich man. Take out some insurance on me baby.
Paul: Chains, misery, from me to you.
Heather: Money, (that’s what I want). You never give me your money.
Paul: She said, she said, words of love. Eight days a week…every little thing.
Heather: You’re going to lose that girl.
Paul: Keep your hands off my baby.
Heather: You can’t do that – take good care of my baby.
Paul: She’s leaving home. It won’t be long…I me mine.
Heather: Wait! We can work it out.
Paul: Think for yourself.
Heather: In spite of all the danger, don’ t let me down.
Paul: Tomorrow never knows – fool on the hill.
Heather: I’m down… a hard day’s night… it’s all too much. Help!
Paul: All I’ve got to do - act naturally. Free as a bird.
Heather: Not a second time…two of us…the things we said today…let it be.
Paul: Get back - devil in her heart. In my life – I feel fine.
Heather: I don’t understand.
Paul: Don’t ever change.
Heather: I want to tell you what you’re doing, what goes on.
Paul: You know what to do.
Heather: Can’t buy me love.
Paul: Any time at all.
Heather: I call your name.
Paul: You know my name (look up the number).
Heather: Here, there and everywhere. I forgot to remember to forget. Mailman, bring me no
more blues.
Paul: Glad it’s all over.
Stella: Ain’t she sweet. Run for your life.
The end.
Heather: From me to you; do you want to know a secret?
Paul: Not guilty. Everybody’s got something to hide (except me and my monkey). Ask me why.
Heather: Too much monkey business.
Paul: The sheik of Araby?
Heather: No reply.
Paul: That’ll be the day.
Heather: I’m so tired; tell me why I’m a loser…so how come no one loves me.
Paul: Cry baby cry. Carry that weight.
Heather: I’m gonna sit right down and cry.
Paul: All together now: twist and shout. Come and get it.
Heather: I’ll get you – I’ll cry instead, bad boy, nowhere man.
Paul: Don’t bother me. I’m looking through you.
Heather: I’ll be back. You really got a hold on me.
Paul: I should have known better. I’ll be on my way. You won’t see me.
Heather: Because…baby you’re a rich man. Take out some insurance on me baby.
Paul: Chains, misery, from me to you.
Heather: Money, (that’s what I want). You never give me your money.
Paul: She said, she said, words of love. Eight days a week…every little thing.
Heather: You’re going to lose that girl.
Paul: Keep your hands off my baby.
Heather: You can’t do that – take good care of my baby.
Paul: She’s leaving home. It won’t be long…I me mine.
Heather: Wait! We can work it out.
Paul: Think for yourself.
Heather: In spite of all the danger, don’ t let me down.
Paul: Tomorrow never knows – fool on the hill.
Heather: I’m down… a hard day’s night… it’s all too much. Help!
Paul: All I’ve got to do - act naturally. Free as a bird.
Heather: Not a second time…two of us…the things we said today…let it be.
Paul: Get back - devil in her heart. In my life – I feel fine.
Heather: I don’t understand.
Paul: Don’t ever change.
Heather: I want to tell you what you’re doing, what goes on.
Paul: You know what to do.
Heather: Can’t buy me love.
Paul: Any time at all.
Heather: I call your name.
Paul: You know my name (look up the number).
Heather: Here, there and everywhere. I forgot to remember to forget. Mailman, bring me no
more blues.
Paul: Glad it’s all over.
Stella: Ain’t she sweet. Run for your life.
The end.
