The Beatles

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Shoot meShoot meShoot meShoot me

Here come old flat-top, he come groovin’ up slowlyHe got ju-ju eyeball, he one holy rollerHe got hair down to his kneeGot to be a joker, he just do what he please

Shoot meShoot meShoot meShoot me

He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam footballHe got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-ColaHe say, “I know you, you know me”One thing I can tell you is you got to be free

Come together, right nowOver me

Shoot meShoot meShoot me

He bag production, he got walrus gumbootHe got Ono sideboard, he one spinal crackerHe got feet down below his kneeHold you in his armchair, you can feel his disease

Come together, right nowOver me

Shoot meRight!Come, come, come, come, comeHe roller-coaster, he got early warnin’He got muddy water, he one mojo filterHe say, “One and one and one is three”Got to be good-lookin’ ’cause he’s so hard to see

Come together, right nowOver me

Shoot meShoot meShoot meUgh!

Come together, yeahCome together, yeahCome together, yeahCome together, yeahCome together, yeahCome together, yeahCome together, yeahOh, come together, yeahCome together, yeahCome together

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