Standing with her locks so un-handsome
Kinda like a doll in a trance
George, Ringo and Mac said, you finally cracked
And so they whined and then they looked quite askance
Cripes! She’s so Japanese-y!
De-tect some animos’ty
Her name’s full of O’s an’
We’ll suffer music-al-ly

Orient conceptual artist
Half a loon by another name
Boys are down when they play
Over Abbey Road way
Cos she morosely hangs around - really lame
How’d you find her so easy?
Do girls from East give good tup?
There’s strange things she’s showing
Like perfumed plums in a cup

Drove her Johnny up a ladder at art show
Magnifying glass, it impressed
The ceiling it read (simple as smack in the head)
It’s urgent life-enhancing message was “yes”
Yikes! Yoko’s found the secret!
Why did we of that not think?
The key’s the simplic’ty
Or did the whole thing just stink?

Johnny and this honey caused a scandal-y
Takin’ off their clothes for charity
To Press new wife said:
“Look boys, we’re in bed !”
Thank goodness for large bedsheets
I extol - wink!

Caterwauling crap laid on records
Under-stocked with talent, a drag
George Martin bled from ears on his head
This must be John’s idea of a gag
Spliced the group, made us cheesy
You’ve got us singing in nines
It made you glad knowing
We’re going out of our minds?

Record cover, it was a worry
Jumbleys on the front, with a crack
That lack of finesse left us so unimpressed
Those lucky acorns stayed in the sack
Cripes! A package so sleazy
Yoko did scar the Fab Three
The group is unrav’ling
The boys all grouse about she
The group is unrav’ling
Breakup was spouseabout spree