Paroles Abbey Road Medley de Beatles (The)

Textes et Paroles de Abbey Road Medley

You never give me your money;

You only give me your paper,

And in the middle of negotiations you break down .

I never give you my number;

I only give my situation,

And in the middle of investigation I break down.



Out of college, money spent,

See no future, pay no rent,

All the money's gone, nowhere to go.

Any jobber got the sack;

Monday morning, turning back.

Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go.

But, oh, that magic feeling,

Nowhere to go.

Oh, that magic feeling,

Nowhere to go.



One sweet dream--

Pick up the bags and get in the limousine.

Soon we'll be away from here;

Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.

One sweet dream came true today,

Came true today. Yes it did. (na na na)



One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

All good children go to heaven.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

All good children go to heaven.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

All good children go to heaven.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

All good children go to heaven.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,

All good children go to heaven.



Ahhhh

Here comes the Sun King.

Here comes the Sun King

Everybody's laughing,

Everybody's happy.

Here comes the Sun King.



Quando paramucho mi amore defelice corazon

Mundo pararazzi mi amore chicka ferdy parasol

Cuesto obrigado tanta mucho que can eat it carousel.



Mean Mr. Mustard sleeps in the park,

Shaves in the dark, trying to save paper,

Sleeps in a hole in the road,

Saving up to buy him some clothes,

Keeps a ten bob note up his nose.

Such a dirty old man.



His sister Pam works in the shop;

She doesn't stop; she's a go-getter,

Takes him out to look at the queen,

Only place that he's ever been,

Always shouts out something obscene.

Such a dirty old man.

Dirty old man.



Well you should see Polythene Pam.

She's so good looking, but she looks like a man.

Well you should see her in drag,

Dressed in her polythene bag.

Yes, you should see Polythene Pam.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.



Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt.

She's killer-diller when she's dressed to the hilt.

She's the kind of a girl

Who makes the News Of The World.

Yes, you could say that she's attractively built.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.



(John) She's comin' in the house.

(Paul) Oh, look out!

She came in throught the bathroom window

Protected by a silver spoon,

But now she sucks her thumb and wonders

By the banks of her own lagoon.

Didn't anybody tell her?

Didn't anybody see?

Sunday's on the phone to Monday;

Tuesday's on the phone to me.



She said she'd always been a dancer.

She worked at fifteen clubs a day.

And though I thought I knew the answer,

Well I knew what I could not say.

And so I quit the police department

And got myself a steady job.

Although she tried her best to help me,

She could steal, but she could not rob.

Didn't anybody tell her?

Didn't anybody see?

Sunday's on the phone to Monday;

Tuesday's on the phone to me. Oh, yeah.



Once there was a way

To get back homeward.

Once there was a way to get back home.

Sleep, pretty darling; do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.



Once there was a way

To get back homeward.

Once there was a way to get back home.

Sleep, pretty darling; do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.



Boy, you're gonna carry that weight,

Carry that weight a long time.

Boy, you're gonna carry that weight,

Carry that weight a long time.



I never give you my pillow;

I only give you my invitations,

And in the middle of the celebrations

I break down.



Boy, you're gonna carry that weight,

Carry that weight a long time.

Boy, you're gonna carry that weight,

Carry that weight a long time.



Oh yeah!

All right!

Are you gonna be in my dreams tonight?



Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you.



And, in the end,

The love you take

Is equal to the love you make.



Her majesty's a pretty nice girl,

But she doesn't have a lot to say.

Her majesty's a pretty nice girl,

But she changes from day to day.

I wanna tell her that I love her a lot,

But I gotta get a bellyful of wine.

Her majesty's a real nice girl.

Someday I'm gonna make her mine,

Oh yeah, someday I'm gonna make her mine.

C'était les paroles de Abbey Road Medley
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