It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange

When I try to explain how I feel

That I still think you’re fab after all of these years

You won’t believe me

All you will see is a bird you once knew

Although she’s collecting antiques

And social security too

I had to let it happen, I had to change

Couldn’t squander my wages on songs

That were no more creative

Than “Home on the Range”

So I chose acid rock

Some retro punk, and Eminem too

But no one impressed me as much

I never expected them to

As for excepting knighthood, what was it worth

When it seemed to your mates

You’d forgotten the place of your birth

Where was our Beatle boy

Who rocked the world composing with John

So you claim “Yesterday” as your own

Let’s face it, tis not Ludwig van

Don’t cry for me Paul McCartney

The truth is, I never left you

When silly love songs, were all you’d proffer

I kept your picture

You kept your Hofner

Walter received a degree in English literature from William Paterson University. She knows a Hofner bass when she sees one.

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