The Ballard of Paul Mccartney

THE BALLARD OF PAUL MCCARTNEY I remember once when I was not me I could have been any one of three Driving around until I hit a tree Was it Tara Browne or was it me The rumour was around well before I was dead And before it was put inside your head We fooled the masses to blind to see There were so many doubles of Paul McCartney My death was so ahead of the times All the clues written between the lines Even before I was supposed to have died No one questioned that we could have lied The question of DNA was so easy to explain When - we got another Paul to pop up again But in the end - you just could not - let it be This is the Ballard of the real Paul McCartney Indiana Shaw . . . ; )