OUT TODAY, FIFTY YEAR OLD BEATLES RECORDS.
DON'T MISS THEM.
Help a vain old skinflint pay off his divorce bill.
Gimme money that's what I want, that's what I want,
that's what I want, that's what I wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-ant,
that's what I want, that's what I want.
Help a wholly unpleasant Orinetal widow amass even more wealth, so that she might churn out more avante garde artworks, rubbish and shit, the mad old witch.
Ono you don't, you horrible screeching old crow.
Help a drunken moron, the luckiest Scouser in history, to moan himself to death, about how no-one appreciates his drumbeats quite as they should.
I mean, like, all the others get more credit than me, it's just as if I was only the bleedin' drummer, knoworramean?
All that old Beatles stuff is out again, remastered again, repackaged again, full price again.
A nurse gets paid for her shift, doesn't matter if her work saves lives which go on fruitfully for many decades.
A teacher gets paid for her shift, doesn't matter if she inspires genius.
Paul McCartney wants paying not only when he first sells the record but forever after, beyond the grave.
Fuck him, time this copyright shit was sorted out.