Good morning, good morning. Revolution? We can work it out with a little help from my friends in high places. I'm so tired of the piggies in Parliament, the blackbirds in the Bastille! I am the walrus of the White House. "Baby, you're a rich man" is what no one says to me. Tell me why you never give me your money. Is it because, back in the U.S.S.R., happiness is a warm gun? Let us come together to get back the penny lanes from mean Mr. Mustard and his glock-toting minions. All we need is love, a savoy truffle, and a glass onion. But not too much love. You won't see me hobnobbing with sexy Sadies, lovely Ritas, and long tall Sallys. Run for your life to the ballot box. You know my name (look up the number), she knows, your mother should know. I am what's best here, there and everywhere across the universe. Hello. Goodbye. Good night. The end.
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