Mersey Beat lyrics

(Willy Braun, Chris Schelske)
Harry was a bus driver
He was a very forthright man
He'd run down the road
Right over a dog
Before he'd change his path
Then he met lovely Loraine
They had a rough and tumble lad
And it didn't come easy
But the boy learned to play
On a twelve pound pawn shop axe.
Everbody sing loud and shout
Dreamy haze pop stars
The boys came about that mersey beat sound
From crude little sketches of guitars.
Well they heard of a sound
From a faraway land
That was ruled by a cricket and a king
But a pauper's son would one day come
From twenty-five Upton Green
And there everyday was a place to play
When the final bell had rung
And when the big day come he was just too young
And they sent em' all back home.
Everbody sing loud and shout
Dreamy haze pop stars
The boys came about that mersey beat sound
From crude little sketches of guitars.
Well the wild ones don't think much of Johnny
Yeah a critic's got it rough
And you're a real king mixer
But it's my train mister
If you think that's all I've got
You'll be beaten on down
By mersey sound
And then you'll have to choose.
Between standing on your own
Or singing right along
With the ones no better than you.
So everbody sing loud and shout
Dreamy haze pop stars
The boys came about that mersey beat sound
From crude little sketches of guitars.
Everbody sing loud and shout
Dreamy haze pop stars
The boys came about that mersey beat sound
From crude little sketches of guitars...