On the Way To a Doubleheader In 1964
Turn that radio off. I don’t want to hear anymore.
All they play is music from that Liverpool Fab Four.
Those four English guys are polluting the airwaves.
Somehow, their music is what my girlfriend craves.
These bums look strange with that disgusting long hair.
They drive the girls batty, but I don’t seem to care.
Anyway, let’s get going. It’s starting to get late.
If the Phillies win both games today, won't that be great?
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