and cranked the volume up to sing along
It wasn’t written yesterday
But as it is, I’ll probably push replay
mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Had it been another tune
I might have curbed the urge to croon
But these four lads from Liverpool
Make singing silly love songs sound so cool.
la di di, da di di
Was it their fresh melodies
Or perfect three part harmonies
The fervor they would generate
What other bands could only imitate.
la di di, da di di
Cuban heels and Nehru jackets
Moptops swathed in pristine packets
Hamburg lost its teddy boys
And cellar clubs made way for other toys.
la di di, da di di
‘Round the world they played the role
But years of touring took some toll
Their leader flagged for blasphemy
The “handsome one” confessed to LSD.
la di di, da di di
Abbey Road became their shelter
Innovating helter skelter
Still they chose to end the game
Some critics swore a woman was to blame.
la di di, da di di
One set forth to spread his Wings
One shaved his head –– the one with rings
One said all good things must pass
So went the hero of the working class.
la di di, da di di
New York City cold December
Painful now just to remember
Can’t remember if I cried
But that’s the day dreams of reunions died.
la di di, da di di
I’ve just heard a song
It backed a Nike’s ad, it seemed so wrong
At least it wasn’t Yesterday
But as it is, I’ll throw those shoes away.
la di di, da di di
Walter, originally from northern New Jersey, moved to the area 20 years ago. Married with one college age daughter, Walter is employed in Newtown, Pennsylvania, as a medical biller. She is an avid Beatles fan.
Of the poem above, she says, “the piece sort of stands on its own. However, it is much more ‘catchy’ if sung to the tune of ‘I’ve Just Seen a Face’ by Lennon/McCartney.”
