Let 'Em In
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Do me a favor,
Open the door and let 'em in

Sister Suzie, brother John,
Martin Luther, Phil And Don,
Brother Michael, Auntie Gin,
Open the door and let 'em in.

Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell

Do me a favor,
Open the door and let 'em in.

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Silly Love Songs
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

You'd think that people would have had enought of silly love songs.
But I look around me and I see it isn't so.
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.
And what's wrong with that?
I'd like to know, 'cause here I go again
I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you,

I can't explain the feeling's plain to me, say can't you see?
Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me
Now can't you see,
What's wrong with that
I need to know, 'cause here I go again 
I love you, I love you

Love doesn't come in a minute,
sometimes it doesn't come at all
I only know that when I'm in it
It isn't silly, no, it isn't silly, love isn't silly at all.

How can I tell you about my loved one?
How can I tell you about my loved one? 

How can I tell you about my loved one?
(I love you)
How can I tell you about my loved one?
(I love you)
[Repeat And Fade]

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Beware My Love
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

Can't say I've found out,
I can't tell you
what's all about.

Don't know who does,
I tell you to
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.

Oh, oh, oh,
No, no, no.
I must be wrong, baby, yeah.

But I don't believe that he's the one,
But if you insist,
I must be wrong, I must be wrong,
I have to leave,
And when I'm gone,
I'll leave my message in my song,
That's right.

Beware, my love,
He'll bowl you over.
Beware, my love,
Before you're much older,
He'll sweep you up under his carpet.
You'd be in luck if you could stop it.
Come on, now.

Well, he'll wear you out,
and in a minute,
you'll hear a shout,
and then you'll be in it.

So, so beware my love,
'cause he'll take you under.
Beware, my love,
the sound of his thunder.

I don't believe that he's the one,
But if you insist,
I must be wrong, I must be wrong,
But I have to leave,
And when I'm gone,
I'll leave my message in my song,
That's right.

Beware, my love,
He'll bowl you over.
Beware, my love,
Before you're much older,

He's gonna, yes he's gonna wear you out,
and in a minute,
you'll hear a shout,
and then you'll be in it.

Can't say (I've) found out.
I tell you to
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.

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Cook of the House
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,
Cook of the house,
I'm the cook of the house.

No matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best 'cause I'm the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.

The salad's in the bowl,
The rice is on the stove.
Green beans in the colander and where the rest is heaven only knows.

Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn-bread, curry powder, coffee too,
Cook of the house,
I'm the cook of the house.

No, matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best.
'cause I'm the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.

Where the rest is heaven only knows.

Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn-bread, curry powder, coffee too,
Cook of the house,
I'm the cook of the house.

No matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best 'cause I'm the cook of the house.
Cook of the house,
Cook of the house,
I'm the cook of the house.

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Must Do Something About It
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

I've just seen another sunset on my own.
All day long I've been alone,
and I must do something about it,
yes I must do something about it.

Played another losing cardgame with myself.
Lonely joker on ashalf,
and I must do something about it,
yes I must do something about it.

No one on the party line,
No one seems to need a dime,
No one even knows that I'm feeling this way.

No one seems to need my vote,
No one has to change a note,
No one here to hold my coat,
Oh, what a day.

I've just watched another movie on T.V.
No one's in the house but me,
and I must do something about it,
yes I must do something about it.

Oh, oh, something about it.

I've just dialed another number on my phone.
All day long I've been alone,
and I must do something about it

I've just seen another suset on my own.
All day long I've been alone,
and I must do something about it,
yes I must do something about it,
must do something about it,
yes I must do something about it....

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San Ferry Anne
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

You've got a lot,
and from what you've got,
I'd say ou're doing well, dear.
Dressed like a dream,
and if things are what they seem,
you're looking swell, dear.

Your little man
brings you trinkets when he can,
but he can't stay, dear.
That's very well,
but inside your shiny shell,
you dance all day, dear.

So go, begay,
let your feelings leap away
into the laughter.
San ferry Anne,
and the world keeps turning happy ever after.

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She's My Baby
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

My baby, she comes out at night,
she's takin' me by surprise,
She's my baby.

Like gravy, down to the last drop,
I keep mopping her up
Yeah, yeah, she's my baby.

She's my baby in the morning time,
when the sleep is in her eyes,
and the world is waking up,
she has a rhythm,
oh believe me, I ain't lyin';
She's a woman.

She's a lady in the evening time,
when the stars are in the sky,
that's the time she changes back into a kitten,
oh believe me, I ain't lyin'.

She's my baby, she comes out at night,
she's takin' me by surprise,
She's my baby.

Like gravy, down to the last drop,
I keep mopping her up
Oh yeah, she's my baby.

She's my baby in the morning time,
when the sleep is in her eyes,
and the world is waking up,
she has a rhythm,
oh believe me, I ain't lyin';
She's a woman.

She's a lady in the evening time,
when the stars are in the sky,
that's the time she changes back into a kitten,
oh believe me, I ain't lyin'.

She's my baby, she comes out at night,
she's takin' me by surprise,
She's my baby.

Ooh, like gravy,
down to the last drop,
I keep moppin' it up,
moppin' it up, yeah,
She's my baby...

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The Note You Never Wrote
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

Later on, the story goes,
A bottle floated out to sea.
After days, when it had found the perfect spot,
it opened up,
And I read the note that you never wrote to me

After all, I'm sure you know,
The Mayor of Baltimore is here.
After days now he can finally appear,
Now at last he's here,

But he never is gonna get my vote,
'cause he never is gonna get a quote
from the little note
that you never wrote to me.

Further on, along the line,
I was arrested on the shore,
Holding papers of governments galore.
I was taken in,

But I read the note that you never wrote.
Yes, I read the note that you never wrote.
Oh, I read the note that you never wrote to me.

To me.
To me.
To me.

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Time To Hide
© 1976 Naimad Laine Songs  (Laine)

If I have to run, I'm not runnin' out on you.
If I have to shake a little sand out of my shoes,
I'm runnin' from the law, or they'll put me inside.

Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.

I've been on the run since the Good Lord knows when,
And the day I die,
I'll still be runnin' then,
Runnin' from the days when I would lay me down and cry.

Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.

Will I love you tomorrow?
Yes, I will; my love,
Oh yes I will, my love.

Will I beg, steal or borrow?
Yes, I will; my love,
Oh yes I will, my love.

To spend a little time happy to be by your side.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.

If I have to run, I'm not runnin' out on you.
If I have to shake a little sand out of my shoes,
I'm runnin' from the law, or they'll put me inside.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.

Baby, won't you let me have a little time,
Baby, won't you let me have a little time,
Baby, won't you let me have a little time to hide.

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Warm and Beautiful
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

A love so warm and beautiful
stands when time itself is falling,
A love so warm and beautiful
never fades away.

Love, faith and hope are beautiful
when your world is touched by sadness,
To each his own is wonderful,
love will never die.

Sunlight's morning glory
tells the story of our love,
Moonlight on the water
brings me in spiration ever after.

A love so warm and beautiful
stands when time itself is calling,
A love so warm and beautiful
never fades away,
never fades away.

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Wino Junko
© 1976 MPL Communications  (McCulloch/Allen)

Doctor Tom is getting on,
All he does is sign his name.
I get things my brainbox sings,
but I'll go down again.

Play with fire, getting higher,
Higher than a nine foot flame.
My soul is pent and so's the rent,
but I'll go down again.

Wino Junko can't say no,
Wino Junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no
till you go down again

This and treat you crazy cat,
Flying sideways once again.
I'm in a spin it makes me grin,
but I'll go down again.

Wino Junko can't say no,
Wino Junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no
till you go down again.

Till you go down again.
Till you go down again.
Till you go down.

Take what I need until I bleed,
People will say I've gone insane.
Ain't scared to die, it's such a high,
till I go down again.

Wino Junko can't say no,
Wino Junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no,
Till you go down again.

Wino Junko can't say no,
Wino Junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you can't say no,
Till you go down again.

Wino Junko...

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Pure Gold
© 1976 MPL Communications  (McCartney)
Released by Ringo Starr on "Rotogravure" album - 1976

TELL ME, IS SHE EV'RYTHING I SEE
OR IS SHE REALLY NOT THE ONE FOR ME?
WE KNOW, AND THOUGH SOME MAY DISAGREE,
BUT DO THEY KNOW THE WAY WE WANT TO BE?
 
AND DO I STILL BELIEVE IN STORIES I'VE BEEN TOLD?
ARE ALL THE THINGS SHE BRINGS ME WORTH THEIR WEIGHT IN GOLD?
OH YEAH, (oh yeah) PURE GOLD,
OH YEAH, (oh yeah) PURE GOLD.
 
BUILDING SOMETHING, ONE THING MADE TO LAST,
AND HOLDING SOMETHING SPECIAL FROM THE PAST.
 
AND DO I STILL BELIEVE IN STORIES WE'VE BEEN TOLD?
ARE ALL THE THINGS SHE BRINGS ME WORTH HER WEIGHT IN GOLD?
OH YEAH, (oh yeah) PURE GOLD, (gotta believe me)
OH YEAH, (oh yeah) PURE GOLD.
 
AND DO I STILL BELIEVE IN STORIES I'VE BEEN TOLD?
ARE ALL THE THINGS SHE BRINGS ME WORTH THEIR WEIGHT IN GOLD?
OH YEAH, (oh yeah) PURE GOLD,
OH YEAH, (oh yeah) PURE GOLD, (come on, over here, babe)
OH YEAH, PURE GOLD,
PURE GOLD, (pure gold) PURE GOLD,
EV'RYTHING SHE BRINGS ME IS
(Ev'rything she brings me is) PURE GOLD,
(Ev'rything she brings me is pure gold)
PURE GOLD, I SAID, PURE GOLD.

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Soily
© 1976 MPL Communications  (P.& L.McCartney)

OH YEAH! OH YEAH!
I SAID, OH YEAH! OH YEAH!
OH YEAH! OW WOH YEAH! OH WOH!
 
PEOPLE GATHERED HERE TONIGHT,
I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME.
TO YOUR LEFT AND TO YOUR RIGHT,
YOU'VE GOT SOME PRETTY SOILY COMPANY.
READER, WRITERS, FARMER, PRIEST,
BREED CONTROLLER BORN DECEASED,
INDIAN, LAWYER, DOCTOR, DOG,
AND A PLUMBER WITH A FATTENED HOG.
 
SOILY, SOILY,
THE CAT IN SATIN TROUSERS SAID IT'S OILY.
SOILY, SOILY,
THE CAT IN SATIN TROUSERS SAID IT'S OILY.
YOU KNOW THAT HE'S RIGHT!
 
OH, BABY, THIS SOILY SONG FOR SOILY PEOPLE.
WELL, COME ON, MAKE IT RIGHT NOW.
 
YEAH!
 
ROMANS, ITALIANS, COUNTRY MEN,
I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME.
I'VE SAID IT TWICE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN,
WE'VE GOT SOME PRETTY SOILY COMPANY.
LIAR, CHEATER, JUNGLE CHIEF,
SAINT, BELIEVER ON RELIEF,
ACTION PAINTER, HITLER'S SON,
AND A COMMIE WITH A TOMMY GUN.
 
SOILY, SOILY,
THE CAT IN SATIN TROUSERS SAID IT'S OILY.
SOILY, SOILY,
THE CAT IN SATIN TROUSERS SAID IT'S OILY.
YOU KNOW THAT HE'S RIGHT!
 
OH, BABY, THIS SOILY SONG FOR SOILY PEOPLE.
WELL, COME ON, MAKE IT RIGHT NOW.
 
YEAH! YEAH!
 
ROMANS, ITALIANS, COUNTRY MEN,
I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME.
I'VE SAID IT TWICE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN,
WE'VE GOT SOME PRETTY SOILY COMPANY.
READER, WRITERS, FARMER, PRIEST,
BREED CONTROLLER BORN DECEASED,
ACTION PAINTER, HITLER'S SON,
AND A COMMIE WITH A COMMIE-TOMMIE GUN.
 
SOILY, SOILY,
WELL, THE CAT IN SATIN TROUSERS SAID IT'S OILY.
SOILY, SOILY,
WELL, THE CAT IN SATIN TROUSERS SAID IT'S OILY.
OH YEAH, SOILY, SOILY,
WELL, THE CAT IN SATIN TROUSERS SAID IT'S OILY.
OH YEAH, YEAH, SOILY, SOILY,
WELL, THE CAT IN SATIN TROUSERS SAID IT'S OILY.
OH, THAT'S RIGHT!
 
OH YEAH!
OH YEAH!
OH YEAH!
OH YEAH!
OH YEAH!
OH YEAH!

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Go Now
© Carlin Music Corp. Ltd.  (L.Banks/M.Bennett)

OH YEAH! OH YEAH!
WE'VE ALREADY SAID GOODBYE,
SINCE YOU'VE GOTTA GO,
OH, YOU BETTER GO NOW, GO NOW, GO NOW, GO NOW,
BEFORE YOU SEE ME CRYING.
I DON'T WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHAT YOU INTEND TO DO NOW.
HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, DARLIN',
I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU NOW?
OH, OH, OH, OH.
 
WE ALREADY SAID SO LONG,
I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU GO,
OH, YOU BETTER GO NOW, GO NOW, GO NOW, GO NOW,
AND DON'T YOU EVEN TRY, YEAH,
TELLIN' ME THAT YOU REALLY DON'T WANNA END UP THIS WAY, YEAH.
HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, DARLIN',
I WANT YOU TO STAY?
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
 
TALK ABOUT IT.
 
(Ah-) SING IT TO ME!
OOH -
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!
(Ah-) OH, OH, OH.
 
SINCE YOU'VE GOTTA GO,
OH, YOU BETTER GO NOW, GO NOW, GO NOW, GO NOW,
BEFORE YOU SEE ME CRYING.
WELL, I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHAT YOU INTEND TO DO NOW.
HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, DARLIN',
I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU NOW?
OH, OH, OH, OH.
 
OH - OH OH.
 
I DON'T WANNA SEE YOU GO, BUT DARLIN',
YOU BETTER GO NOW.
YEH-HEY-HEY-HEY-HEY.

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Richard Cory
©  (Robinson/Simon)

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

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