Four Gene Vincents

Four Gene Vincents Oily oils Greasy hair Here comes Brian Epstein Sniffing the air Wha gwan niggers? Epstein said Let's get you out of those leathers And into my bed! Ermm… I mean You need a change of style chaps You look like fruits Let's get you out of those leathers And into these suits Yes! Much better You're now the real McCoy's! Here, I'll take your old clothes (Up to my cellarful of boys) All you need to do now Is change your cunty drummer I've heard lots of rumours That he's an endless bummer Don't worry about that though I'll soon deal with him (By tomorrow morning He'll have a ripped bloody ring) Now… 'The Silver Beatles' Yes, it hasn't got quite the feel I know! Get rid of the silver That has much more star appeal Well niggers, it is time You look ready to me Now get the cock out there And make musical history! Don't go too far Lennon I'll wait and give it time But sooner or later That juicy white booty is mine