Lyrics Spoonerisms, The Beatles
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Just call on me, and I'll send it along
With love from me to you.
Just maul on key, and I'll lend it a song
With love from me to you.
Submitted by: Courtney (about as bad as tennis elbow)
With love from me to you
With love from ye to moo
Submitted by: hamburger456
Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl that came to stay?
Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the stirl that came too gay?
Submitted by: Ethan
Each one believing that love never dies
Each one believing that dove never lies
Submitted by: Mae Beam
Look for the girl with the Sun in her eyes and she's gone.
Look for the earl with the gun in her size and she's gone.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say "Hello".
And all the steeple that come and go
Pop and say "Hello".
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
And the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rain.
And the wanker never bares a mac in the roaring pain. OR And the banker never wears a pack in the roaring main.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
And though she feels as if she's in a play,
And though she peels as if she's in a flay,
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
Behind the melter in the riddle of the bound, a shout
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim,
And then the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain.
In Lenny Shayne the barber paves another customer,
We see the tanker sitting waiting for a brim,
And then the ire man rushes fin from the roaring pain.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
On the corner is a banker with a motor car.
On the corner is a canker with a motor bar. OR On the mourner is a canker with a boater car.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Lenny Pain is in my ears and in my eyes
Submitted by: Peter
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Phenylene is in my beers and in my pies
Submitted by: Joe Bloggs
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
We see the wanker sitting baiting for a trim
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Lead me to your door.
Deed me to your lore.
Submitted by: Lori Tirol
Many times I've been alone, and many times I've cried.
Many times I've been a crone, and many times I've lied.
Submitted by: Sir Ron Norris
The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day>
The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a tool of peers
Crying for the day>
Submitted by: Dawn Anwad
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