John: Where’s the band? Where’s Harrisongs? Or should we do Hypocrite? I’m writing that bit

Paul: You’d know the other bit?

John: My bit alone. Words are flowing…

Paul: … it’s raining through a paper cup

Sick and tired of wiry lines by sea sick, narrow minded, sort sided hypocrites. All I want is the truth. (We should change). Just give me some truth

I’ve had enough by reading lines, by still sick, outsider politician. All I want is the truth. Just give me some truth

Want to say, teo tweo tweo ta da da dao, money for rope. Money for rope. Money for rope

John: That’s just as еxciting as the other…