Abbey Road Medley Lyrics - Beatles

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 

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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) 

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 

Ah 

Here come the Sun King 

Here come the Sun King 

Everybody's laughing 

Everybody's happy 

Here come 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 coming in the house 

(Paul) Oh, look out! 

She Came In Through 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 

Golden Slumbers fill your eyes 

Smiles awake you when you rise 

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 Darry 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 going to 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 want to tell her that I love her a lot 

But I got to get a bellyful of wine 

Her majesty's a real nice girl 

Someday I'm going to make her mine 

Oh yeah, someday I'm going to make her mine