How do you start this thing? FRED: It starts with a Blue Meanie attack. FRED: All right, lads, time to stow the gab and turn to. JOHN: Soft, isn't it? RINGO: Not if you're on the bottom. JOHN: I kind of like the way it is, submarine shape. FRED: Right, then, let's get this vessel shipshape.
What do you think of that? JOHN: Well, I think that. So, what do you think? PAUL: Well, then, um. FRED: Remember, there'll be rough seas ahead. FRED: Well, lads, what do you think? JOHN : I think that. PAUL: What's the matter, folks? RINGO: Blue Meanies. RINGO: Don't dey, dough? GEORGE: Dough? JOHN: Don't ask. JOHN: They do, though, don't they? GEORGE: Yes, they do. GEORGE: Yes, they do look very nice, don't they? RINGO: Yes, they do. We'd better find Paul, hadn't we? GEORGE: It's all in the mind. JOHN: Do you think we're interrupting something? RINGO: I think so. GEORGE: What's it look like, then? RINGO: It's red with yellow wheels. GEORGE: How do you know it's your car? RINGO: I'd know it anywhere. Blue Meanies!!! GEORGE: You're nuts, the pair of you. RINGO: George, what are you doing up there? GEORGE : Now, what is it, Ringo? Is there a matter you'd like to take up or down? RINGO : This chap here. JOHN: When do we leave? RINGO: Let's get the other two, John. Blue Meanies!!! RINGO: What do you think? JOHN: I think he needs a rehearsal. RINGO: I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach.
JOHN: Ringo, I've just had the strangest dream. Hey, I wonder what would happen if I pulled this lever. FRED: Frankenstein? RINGO: I used to go out with his sister. FRED: Can't we take one of these? RINGO: No, Fred, I only work with me mates. FRED: Displaying what? RINGO: Displaying around. FRED: What would your friends be doing here? RINGO: Displaying. FRED: Bless you! RINGO: Did I sneeze? FRED: Just park it here. VOZ: Hiya, baby! RINGO: Your story has touched my heart. FRED: 'H' for hurry, 'E' for ergent, 'L' for love me and 'P' for p-p-p-p-please help. FRED: Help! Won't you please, please help me? RINGO: Be specific. FRED: Help, help, help! RINGO : Thanks, I don't need any. But that isn't logical, is it? It must have been one of them unidentified flying cupcakes or a figment of my imagination. RINGO: I could have sworn there was a yellow submarine. RINGO: Oh yeah, I didn't think you would. RINGO: Would you believe me if I told you I was being followed by a yellow submarine? BOBBY: No, I would not. I'd jump into the River Mersey, but it looks like rain. I feel like an old, splintered drumstick.
Compared with my life, Eleanor Rigby's was a gay, mad whirl. is me? Liverpool can be a lonely place on a Saturday night. Captain, Captain! As we live a life of ease Every one of us has all we need Sky of blue and sea of green In our Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, … Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Father McKenzie Writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear No-one comes near Look at him working Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No-one was saved All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? RINGO: Who. Action stations! Action stations! Aye, sir, aye.
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CREDITS In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed on to the sun Till we found the sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In our Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine And our friends are all aboard Many more of them live next door And the band begins to play We all live in a Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine … Full speed ahead, Mr.
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