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 favorite 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 forward

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 neighborhood'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 forward

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

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 forward

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