(Willy Braun, Chris Schelske)



Harry was a bus driver

He was a very forthright man

He'd run down the road

Right over a dog

Before he'd change his path

Then he met lovely Loraine

They had a rough and tumble lad

And it didn't come easy

But the boy learned to play

On a twelve pound pawn shop axe.



Everbody sing loud and shout

Dreamy haze pop stars

The boys came about that mersey beat sound

From crude little sketches of guitars.



Well they heard of a sound

From a faraway land

That was ruled by a cricket and a king

But a pauper's son would one day come

From twenty-five Upton Green

And there everyday was a place to play

When the final bell had rung

And when the big day come he was just too young

And they sent em' all back home.



Everbody sing loud and shout

Dreamy haze pop stars

The boys came about that mersey beat sound

From crude little sketches of guitars.



Well the wild ones don't think much of Johnny

Yeah a critic's got it rough

And you're a real king mixer

But it's my train mister

If you think that's all I've got

You'll be beaten on down

By mersey sound

And then you'll have to choose.



Between standing on your own

Or singing right along

With the ones no better than you.



So everbody sing loud and shout

Dreamy haze pop stars

The boys came about that mersey beat sound

From crude little sketches of guitars.



Everbody sing loud and shout

Dreamy haze pop stars

The boys came about that mersey beat sound

From crude little sketches of guitars...