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The Beatles lyrics - Revolution #9

album: The Beatles (The White Album) (1968)
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Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised... 

Well, do it next time. 

I forgot about it, George, I'm sorry. 
Will you forgive me? 

Yes. 

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number... 

...then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants 
...about the shortage of grain in hertfordshire 

Everyone of them knew that as time went by they'd get a little bit older and a litter slower but... 

It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by someone who's always/umpteen ... 
Your father's giving it diddly-i-dee/district was leaving... 
Intended to die ... Ottoman 
...long gone through... 
I've got to say, irritably and... 
...floors, hard enough to put on ... per day's MD in our district 
There was not really enough light to get down 
And ultimately ... slumped down 
Suddenly... 

They may stop the funding... 
Place your bets 
The original 
Afraid she'll die ... 
Great colours for the season 

Number 9, number 9 

Who's to know? 
Who was to know? 

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 
Number 9, number 9 

I sustained nothing worse than ... 

Also, for example 
Whatever you're doing 
A business deal falls through 

I informed him on the third night, when fortune gives... 

People ride, people ride 
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride 

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 

Ride! Ride! 

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 

...I've missed all of that 
It makes me a few days late 
Compared with, like, wow! 
And weird stuff like that... 

...taking our sides sometimes 
...floral bark 

Rouge doctors have brought this specimen 

I have nobody's short-cuts, aha... 

9, number 9 

...with the situation 

They are standing still 

The plan, the telegram... 
Number 9, number... 

A man without terrors from beard to false 
As the headmaster reported to my son 
He really can try, as they do, to find function... 
Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high 
And his eyes were low... 

Alright! 

It was on fire and his glasses were the same 
This thing knows if it was tinted 
But you know it isn't 
To me it is... 

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 
Number 9 

So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon to price it ... 
Yellow underclothes 
So, any road, we went to see the dentist instead 
Who gave her a pair of teeth which wasn't any good at all 
So I said I'd marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea 

In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair 

I'm not in the mood for whirling 

How? Dogs for dogging, hands for clapping 
Birds for birding and fish for fishing 
Them for themming and when for whimming 

...only to find the night-watchman unaware of his 
presence in the building 

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 
Number 9 

Industry allows financial imbalance 

Thrusting it between his shoulder blades 

The Watusi, the twist 

Eldorado 

Take this, brother, may it serve you well 

Maybe it's nothing 
What? What? Oh... 

Maybe, even then, impervious in London 

...could be difficult thing... 
It's quick like rush for peace is because it's so much 
Like being naked 

It's alright, it's alright 
It's alright, it's alright 

It's alright, it's alright 
It's alright, it's alright 
It's alright 

If, you became naked