“Randy Scouse Git (live)”

Peter: We’re going to play a tune now that Micky wrote… a-ha, some of you already know what it is. Heh heh heh, Micky has written only one, he says. That’s not so, Micky, you wrote another one, I heard you sing “Happy Birthday” the other day. He wrote the song, and it’s so far out that not even Micky knows what it means.
Micky: And I don’t care!
Peter: He barely knows how to spell it!

She’s a wonderful lady, and she’s mine, all mine
And there doesn’t seem a way that she won’t come and lose my mind
It’s too easy humming songs to a girl in a yellow dress
It’s been a long time since the party, and the room is in a mess

The four kings of E.M.I. are sitting stately on the floor
There are birds out on the sidewalk and a valet at the door
He reminds me of a penguin with few and plastered hair
Talcum powder on the letter, and the birthday boy is there

Why don’t you cut your hair?
Why don’t you live up there?
Why don’t you do what I do
See what I feel when I care?

Now they’ve darkened all the windows, and the seats are naugahyde
I’ve been waiting for an hour, I can’t find a place to hide
The being known as Wonder Girl is speaking, I believe
It’s not easy tryin’ to tell her that I shortly have to freak out!

Don’t you be like me?
Why don’t you stop and see?
Why don’t you hate who I hate
Kill who I kill to be free?

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Micky: Psychedelic!

Why don’t you cut your hair?
Why don’t you live up there?
Why don’t you do what I do
See what I feel when I care?

(She’s a wonderful lady) Why don’t you be like me?
(And she’s mine all mine) Why don’t you stop and see?
(And there doesn’t seem a way) Why don’t you hate who I hate
(That she won’t come and lose my mind) Kill who I kill to be free?

(It’s too easy humming songs) Why don’t you uh your hair?
(To a girl in yellow dress) Why don’t you cut your hair?
(It’s been a long time since the party) Why don’t you hate who I hate
(And the room is in a mess) Kill who I kill to be free?

Peter: Yeah! We want you to know this has been a most unusual concert; we have you to thank for that.
Micky: Great set up, guys! Great set up!
Peter: Everything is uh, absolutely running according to clockwork. That is…
Micky: Heh heh heh. My drums are disintegrating!
Peter: …that is if you have a three dollar clock.