| Lyrics: | (LennonMcCartney)
[Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised
Well, do it next
time.
I forgot about it, George, I'm sorry.
Will you forgive
me?
Yes.]
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9,
number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number
Then there's
this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants
About the shortage of grain in
Hertfordshire
Everyone of them knew that as time went by
They'd get a little bit older and a
litter slower but
It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by someone who's
always
Umpteen your father's giving it diddly-i-dee
District was leaving, intended to pay
for
Number 9, number 9
Who's to know?
Who was to know?
Number 9,
number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9,
number 9
I sustained nothing worse than
Also for example
Whatever you're
doing
A business deal falls through
I informed him on the third night
When fortune
gives
Number 9, number 9, number 9
People ride, people ride
Ride, ride, ride,
ride, ride
Ride! Ride!
9, number 9, number 9, number 9
I've missed all of
that
It makes me a few days late
Compared with, like, wow!
And weird stuff like
that
Taking our sides sometimes
Floral bark
Rouge doctors have brought this
specimen
I have nobody's short-cuts, aha
9, number 9
With the
situation
They are standing still
The plan, the telegram
Ooh
ooh
Number 9, number
Ooh
A man without terrors from beard to false
As
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