Southpaw Jones

CRUELTY Track 6
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The Last Remaining Beatle
Will slaughter Michael Jackson
He’ll strangle him to death
While he’s sleepin’
He’ll strike with such a
Surgical precision
He won’t even awaken
The preteen boys in the bed
He’ll take that clip-on nose
For a souvenir
Then he’ll say, “The King of Pop
Is done here.”
And the Last Remaining Beatle
Will fly away

The Last Remaining Beatle
Will swing by the household
Of the hottest new boy band
And show them some moves
He’ll say, “Drop your manager
Drop your stylist
Grow out your hair
And see if there’s some talent
Deep inside of you
Don’t ever claim to be
More popular than Jesus
People just won’t understand
And The Last Remaining Beatle
Will say good luck

The Last Remaining Beatle
Will roll one with Dylan
They’ll record a tune
And hide it away
They’ll talk about Elvis,
Buddy Holly and Hank Williams
And lament that they never got to
Be those guys
Then our hero, he’ll say,
“Bob, how do you get your crowds to listen?”
And Bob says, “I don’t know,
I just go out and play ‘em.”
And The Last Remaining Beatle
Will shriek like a girl

The Last Remaining Beatle
Will stand on the rooftop
Of Apple Records
And remove his face
To reveal the green-skinned
Alien beneath
He’ll say “Sometimes I regret
That we came to this place
We did all we could to share what’s true
Now here for the last time I’m telling you:
All that really matters
Is holding someone’s hand
And sometimes it’s ok to just say
“Yeah, yeah, yeah”
Come together right now
Let it all be
Don’t hesitate to say
“Help, I need someone.”
And every John should turn you on…
Every Ringo should get a chance to sing-o

And The Last Remaining Beatle
Will wave good-bye
The Last Remaining Beatle
Will never die
She loves you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love

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