Hey John
What do you want, Harrison?
I was wondering, do you think you and Paul would let me have a song on the album?
No!
I don’t think so, George
You know, I’m getting sick of this sh#t, I’m quitting the band
No, I’m quitting the band!
No, I’m quitting the f#cking band!
I play guitar and my name is George
I sing a little and I play some chords
I like to meditate with Maharishi
Paul just farted and it smells like feces (Oops! My bad)
I just want more songs on the album
Or else I’ll make a solo album
I’m quitting The Beatles ’cause John’s an #ss
Just remember, Paul, all things must pass
f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
You, you, you, you, you
John, John, John, John, and
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul
Ringo, Ringo, Ringo, Ringo, you’re
Cool, cool, cool, cool, but
John, John, Paul, Paul, f#ck you!
You know, George, I quite like thе rhythm of that. But, you know, I think the lyrics could be a little bеtter
Not the first time I’ve heard that from you, Paul!
Hey man, I’m just trying to help, you know
I don’t need your help, Paul, I write good songs, damn it!
I write the best songs in the band!
Oh yeah, John? Let’s see what you got!
Okay, here it goes
Paul is a douche, man, I can’t f#ckin’ stand him
Since Brian died, he’s so demanding
When it comes to songwriting, I’m f#ckin’ better
Compare Imagine to Yester-
-Day! f#ck that song
And everybody that has ever said it was good
I’m a f#ckin’ genius that was not understood
I’m quitting The Beatles now, so f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
You, Paul!
Nice verse, John. If you want, I’ll play guitar in your Imagine album
Yeah, yeah
Whatever, man
*Ringo Noises*
Oh god, Ringo’s on the mic!
He’s even worse than me!
My name is Ringo, I’m The Beatles’ drummer
If it wasn’t for John and Paul, I’d be a plumber
If you think I can’t write, I beg your pardon
I’m the creator of Octopus’ Garden!
All of those years has made me lots of money
And in all of those years I became an alcoholic
But it’s 2012 and Ringo’s back
Just one thing, no autographs!
f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
You, you, you, you, you
John, John, John, John, and
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul
Ringo, Ringo, Ringo, Ringo, you’re
Cool, cool, cool, cool, but
John, John, Paul, Paul, f#ck you!
Oh, you know, lads. We’ve all gone but, uh, I still haven’t heard a verse from Paul!
Damnit, Ringo! Why do you always call me out? Don’t make me put you guys in your place!
Yeah, come on, Paul!
Paul sucks!
Alright, then
My name is Paul and I’m The Beatles
Yes, I’ve said it: I’m The Beatles!
John has been on autopilot since ’67
And since you’re here, John, I have a confession
You, you, you, you
You suck, suck, suck, suck
I don’t, don’t, don’t like your songs
Songs, songs, songs (Songs)
And you’re too, too, too, too angry
Angry, angry, angry
Good luck, luck without me, me, me
‘Cause I’m great!
Hey lads, what ‘you think?
Hello?
Hey guys, wh- what ‘you think?
Is anybody there?
Uh, is anybody there?
Oh, I thought it was just great, Paul
Sigh, thanks, George Martin
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