I Think A Lot Of

You're Jeans Are Full Of Crap. You're Full Of Beans, You're In You Teens. You've Lost Your Mama's Road Map.

I Can't Speak For George, But I Pretty Damn Well Know We Got Fed Up Of Being Sidemen For Paul.

And So This Is Xmas For Black And For White, For Yellow And Red, Let's Stop All The Fight.

Everything Will Be Okay In The End. If It's Not Okay, It's Not The End.

When I Was About Twelve I Used To Think I Must Be A Genius, But Nobody's Noticed. If There Is Such A Thing As A Genius, I Am One, And If There Isn't I Don't Care.