Pop Hates The Beatles

My daughter needs a new phonograph

She wore out all the needles

Besides I broke the old one in half

I hate the Beatles

She says they have a Liverpool beat

She says they used to play there

Four nice kids from offa the street

Why didn't they stay there

What is all the screaming about

Fainting and swooning

Sounds to me like their guitars

Could use a little tuning

The boys are from the British Empire

The British think they're keen

If that is what the British desire

God Save The Queen

No daughter of mine can push me around

In my home I'm the master

But when the British come into town

Gad what a disaster

Little girls in sneakers and jeans

Destroyed the territory

'Twas like some of the gorier scenes

From West Side Story

Of course my daughter had to go there

The tickets are cheap she hollers

I was able to pick up a pair

For forty-seven dollars

When the Beatles come on the stage

They scream and shriek and cheer them

Now I know why they're such a rage

It's impossible to hear them

Ringo is the one with the drum

The others all play with him

It shows you what a boy can become

Without a sense of rhythm

There's Beatle books and T-shirts and rings

And one thing and another

To buy my daughter all of these things

I had to sell her brother

Back in 1776

We fought the British then folks

Parents of America

It's time to do it again folks

When they come back here's how we'll begin

We'll throw 'em in Boston harbor

But please before we toss 'em all in

Let's take 'em to a barber