Paul Mc Cartney Linda Mc Cartney Monkberry Moon Delight

So I sat in the attic, A piano at my nose, And the wind played a dreadful cantata Sore was I from the crack of an enemys hose, And the horrible sound of tomato Ketchup (ketchup) Soup and puree (soup and puree), Dont get left behind (get left When a rattle of rats had awoken, The sinews, the nerves and the veins. My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat its refrain. So I stood with a knot in my stomach, And I gazed at that terrible sight Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel, Sucking monkberry moon delight. Monkberry moon delight, Monkberry moon delight. Well, I know my banana is older than the rest, And my hair is a tangled beretta. When I leave my pajamas to billy budapest, And I dont get the gist of your letter (your Catch up (catch up), Cats and kittens (cats and kittens), Dont get left behind (get left Monkberry moon Monkberry moon