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Sunday, September 2, 2018
At Paul McCartney's House And We Don't Care
© 2018 Mark Cote
How do you do
July and June
must’ve been about a year
since the music's been in bloom
come on in
how have you been
a spot of tea
feels like we're in the 60's again
(chorus) we were writing on the walls
singing in the halls
we're at Paul McCartney's house and we don't care
we were talking like a scouse
dancing like a mouse
we're at Paul McCartney's house and we don't care
we don't care
we don't care
we don't care
we're at Paul McCartney's house and we don't care
silly and free
writing can be
when your mind dances like a child
life is wondrous to see
it really doesn't matter
the chitter and the chatter
the pitter and the patter
when you're writing away
it takes you away
(chorus)
(instrumental)
when it's time for us to go
it was wonderful to know
he was just as warm and fun
as when this all had begun
didn't need to be
courteous to me
and when my days are all done
this is the one I want to see
(chorus)
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