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!