Come Together - The Beatles (by Giulia Sirbu)

Here come old flat-top, he come groovin’ up slowly He got ju-ju eyeball, he one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker, he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola He say, “I know you, you know me“ One thing I can tell you is you got to be free Come together, right now Over me He bag production, he got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker He got feet down below his knee Hold you in his armchair, you can feel his disease Come together, right now Over me Right! Come, come, come, come... He roller-coaster, he got early warnin’ He got muddy water, he one mojo filter He say, “One and one and one is three“ Got to be good-lookin’ ’cause he’s so hard to see Come together, right now Over me Ugh! Come together, yeah Come together, yeah Come together, yeah Come together, yeah Come together, yeah Come together, yeah Come together, yeah Agh! Come together, yeah Come together, yeah Come together...