Babel Beatles XIX: The Ballad Of John And Yoko

Standing in the dock at Southampton 
Trying to Holland or France 
The man on the Mac 
He said: “You must come back” 
You know, we also provide an opportunity 

Christ you know it is not easy 
You know how it can be difficult 
The way things are going 
They will crucify 

Finally the plane for Paris 
Honeymoon Sena 
Peter Brown called to say 
"It may be 
"You can get married in Gibraltar, near Spain" 

Christ you know it is not easy 
You know how it can be difficult 
The way things are going 
They crucify me 

Paris Hilton drove to Amsterdam 
Speaking in bed for a week 
The newspeople said 
"Hey, what are you doing in bed?" 
He said: “We are looking for a little peace” 

Christ you know it is not easy 
You know how it can be difficult 
The way things are going 
They crucify me 

Save all the money for a rainy day 
give all the clothes for charity 
Yesterday evening, the woman said: 
oh boy, when you’re dead 
Do not take anything with you, but your soul 

Made a lightning trip to Vienna 
Eating chocolate cakes in a bag 
The newspapers said 
"He went to his head 
"They look like two gurus in drag" 

Christ you know it is not easy 
You know how it can be difficult 
The way things are going 
They crucify me 

Return flight to London soon 
Fifty acorns tied in a bag 
The men of the press 
He said: “I wish you much success 
"It’s nice to have him back" 

Christ you know it is not easy 
You know how it can be difficult 
The way things are going 
They crucify me 
The way things are going 
They crucify me 
The way things are going 
They crucify me

(Entrada número 19 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)

Babel Beatles XVIII: Bad Boy

The child moved to my bad neighborhood
It simply sit and look so good
I will not go to school and learn to read and write
is just around the house and play rock and roll all night
Well, put some tacks on teachers chair
Place the rubber girl hair
Now, Junior, you have

The purchase of each book rock and roll in the stand of the journal
Every penny that is received is lost to the jukebox man
Well worry his master until the night she is willing to back
From the spinning wheel and a rocking in a hoop
rock and roll Well, it must stop
Junior head is hard as a rock
Now, Junior, you have

Go tell your mother to do better what you said
To the hairdresser and cut the hair of his head
Launched the canary and gave the neighbors cat
You gave the cocker spaniel a bath in the laundry room of his mother
Well, the head of the mother must stop
Junior head is hard as a rock
Now, Junior, you have

(Entrada número 18 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)

Babel Beatles XVII: Back In The USSR

He flew from Miami Beach BOAC 
Do not go to bed last night 
Oh, how the paper bag was on my knees 
Man, I had a terrible flight 
I am back to USSR 
You do not know how lucky you are, boy 
Back in the USSR, yeah 

You disappeared for so long did not know the place 
Wow, nice to be home 
Tomorrow unpack my suitcase 
Honey disconnect the phone 
I returned to the Soviet Union 
You do not know how lucky you are, boy 
Back in the U.S. 
Back in the U.S. 
Back in the USSR 

Well girls I turn Ukraine 
Leave behind the West 
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout 
They Georgia is always on my my my my my my my my mind 
Oh, come 
Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yes 
Yes, yes, yes 
I returned to the Soviet Union 
You do not know how lucky you are, children 
Back in the USSR 

Well girls I turn Ukraine 
Leave behind the West 
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout 
Georgia still my my my my my my my my mind 

Oh, show me the cycle of snow 
a mountain in southern 
Take me to the farm that his father 
Let me hear the sound of the balalaika 
Come and keep your comrade warm 
I am back to USSR 
Hey, do not know how lucky you are, boy 
Back in the USSR 
Oh, let me tell you honey

(Entrada número 17 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)

Babel Beatles XVI: Baby's In Black

My God, what can I do?
Baby Black and I’m sad
Tell me, oh, what can I do?
She thinks of him and he dresses in black,
And even if he never returns, she is dressed in black.
My God, what can I do?
Baby Black and I’m sad
Tell me, oh, what can I do?
I think, but she only thinks of himself
And even if it’s just a whim, she thinks of him.
Oh, how long it takes,
Until you see the error?
Honey, I can do?
Baby Black and I’m sad
Tell me, oh, what can I do?
Oh, how long it takes,
Until you see the error?
Honey, what can I do?
Baby Black and I’m sad
Tell me, oh, what can I do?
She thinks of him and he dresses in black,
And even if he never returns, she is dressed in black.
My God, what can I do?
Baby Black and I’m sad
Tell me, oh, what can I do?

(Entrada número 16 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)