John Lennon

Head on the wall
 And my piss hardly makes the stall
 And this time it's not an act
 This time I swear it's fact
 Now I ramble on
 About that girl who's gone
 And I tried teaching her guitar
 Now she's standing at the bar
 She tells me her favourite song
 And I say, "Yeah, that's a good one"
 She says it follows her around
 No shit, it's by the Beatles
 I'm so lost
 And I live just around the corner
 Well here's a thought
 Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword
 And I'm John Lennon in '67
 I'm John Lennon in '67
 I'm John Lennon in '67
 I'm John Lennon in '67
 Adam's in love again
 And the good Rev wants to jam instead
 Morgan's hearing none of it
 She says we're doing it again
 The neighbourhood's up in arms
 They're trying to shut down all the bars
 When everyone's a private eye
 They're hiding in the bushes every night
 The cats square off in the street
 The dogs go through the garbage
 You wanna stay for the night tonight?
 Well I know all about platonic, honey
 I'm so lost
 And I live just around the corner
 Well here's a thought
 Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword
 And I'm John Lennon in '67
 I'm John Lennon in '67
 I'm John Lennon in '67
 I'm John Lennon in '67
 Head on the wall
 And my piss hardly makes the stall
 And this time it's not an act
 I'm so lost
 And I live just around the corner
 Well here's a thought
 Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword
 And I'm John Lennon in '67
 I'm John Lennon in '67
 I'm John Lennon in '67
 I'm John Lennon in '67
 Go!