February 9, 1964
Between performers we did know
(Remember Topo Gigio?)
Ed Sullivan would introduce
New acts and sometimes he’d let loose
A revolution from his stage
For viewers of a certain age.
I was among those teens that night
Who watched and screamed in pure delight
When John, Paul, George and Ringo played
The sweetest music ever made
(At least to us, for rock and roll
Tapped into every teenage soul).
Today’s that date. In ’64,
With no idea what lay in store,
That show unleashed, on each TV,
A moment etched in history –
The Beatles sang, to wild acclaim;
The world would never be the same.
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