Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book,
It took me years to write will you take a look,
Based on a novel by a man named Lear,
And I need a job,
So I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

Paperback Writer by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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It’s a dirty story of a dirty man,
And his clinging wife doesn’t understand.
His son is working for the Daily Mail,
It’s a steady job,
But he wants to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

Paperback Writer by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in

Piggies by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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Everywhere there’s lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon

Piggies by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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Semolina pilchards
Climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Element’ry penguin singing Hare Krishna,
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.

I Am The Walrus by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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Expert texpert choking smokers,
Don’t you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile,
Like pigs in a sty, see how they snied.
I’m crying.

I Am The Walrus by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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Sitting in an English
Garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don’t come,
You get a tan from standing in the English rain.

I Am The Walrus by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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Yellow matter custard,
Dripping from a dead dog’s eye.
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess,
Boy you been a naughty girl,
You let your knickers down.

I Am The Walrus by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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Been away so long I hardly knew the place.
Gee it’s good to be back home.
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case.
Honey disconnect the phone.

Back in the U.S.S.R by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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Show me round your snow peaked mountains
Way down south
Take me to your daddy’s farm.
Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out.
Come and keep your comrade warm.

Back in the U.S.S.R by The Beatles
Lyrics by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

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