By Paul McCartney
SINGLE PIGEON, THROUGH THE RAILINGS,
DID SHE THROW YOU OUT?
SUNDAY MORNING FIGHT ABOUT SATURDAY NIGHT.
WELL, SINGLE SEAGULL, GLIDING OVER
REGENT'S PARK CANAL,
DO YOU NEED A PAL FOR A MINUTE OR TWO, YOU DO?
ME TOO, (me too, me too)
I'M A LOT LIKE YOU.
ME TOO, (me too, me too)
I'M A LOT LIKE YOU.
DID SHE TURF YOU OUT IN THE COLD MORNING RAIN, AGAIN?
ME TOO, (me too, me too)
I'M A LOT LIKE YOU.
ME TOO, (me too, me too)
I'M A LOT LIKE YOU.
A SUNDAY MORNING FIGHT ABOUT SATURDAY NIGHT.