作曲 : Braun, Schelske
Harry was a bus driver 
He was a very forthright man 
He'd run down the road 
Right over a dog 
Before he'd change his path 
Then he met lovely 
Loraine They had a rough and tumble lad 
And it didn't come easy 
But the boy learned to play 
On a twelve pound pawn shop axe. 
Everbody sing loud and shout 
Dreamy haze pop stars 
The boys came about that mersey beat sound 
From crude little sketches of guitars. 
Well they heard of a sound 
From a faraway land 
That was ruled by a cricket and a king 
But a pauper's son would one day come 
From twenty-five 
Upton Green 
And there everyday was a place to play 
When the final bell had rung 
And when the big day come he was just too young 
And they sent em' all back home. 
Everbody sing loud and shout 
Dreamy haze pop stars 
The boys came about that mersey beat sound 
From crude little sketches of guitars. 
Well the wild ones don't think much of 
Johnny Yeah a critic's got it rough 
And you're a real king mixer 
But it's my train mister 
If you think that's all 
I've got You'll be beaten on down 
By mersey sound 
And then you'll have to choose. 
Between standing on your own 
Or singing right along 
With the ones no better than you. 
So everbody sing loud and shout 
Dreamy haze pop stars 
The boys came about that mersey beat sound 
From crude little sketches of guitars. 
Everbody sing loud and shout 
Dreamy haze pop stars 
The boys came about that mersey beat sound 
From crude little sketches of guitars