Ooh! My Arms
Rodney Burke: That was a, a Little Richard number that the boys rather like and hope you liked it, «Ooh! My Soul.» And, ooh, my arms! We’ve, we’ve just flown in to Manchester here from London to record this show. Ha,…
Ooh! My Soul
Ooh! My soul Well baby baby baby babyDon’t you know my love is true?Honey honey honey honeySaid get off of that moneyLove love love loveOoh! My soul Well gimme gimme gimme gimme gimmeGimme all the love you gotBaby baby baby…
Only A Northern Song
If you’re listening to this songYou may think the chords are going wrongBut they’re notHe just wrote it like that When you’re listening late at nightYou may think the band are not quite rightBut they areThey just play it…
One After 909
( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )My baby says she’s trav’ling on the one after 909.I said move over honey I’m travelling on that line.I said move over once, move over twice,Come on baby don’t be cold as ice.I said…
Oh! Darling
(Lennon/McCartney) Oh! Darling, please believe meI’ll never do you no harmBelieve me when I tell youI’ll never do you no harm Oh! Darling, if you leave meI’ll never make it aloneBelieve me when I thank you, oooDon’t…
Old Brown Shoe
I want a love that’s right but right is only half of what’s wrongI want a short haired girl who sometimes wears it twice as longNow I’m stepping out this old brown shoe, baby, I’m in love with youI’m so glad…
Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da
( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )Desmond has a barrow in the market place.Molly is a singer in a band.Desmond says to Molly girl I like your faceAnd Molly says this as she takes him by the hand. Obladi oblada life goes on braLala how the life…
Octopus’s Garden
I’d like to be under the seaIn an octopus’s garden in the shadeHe’d let us in, knows where we’ve beenIn his octopus’s garden in the shade I’d ask my friends to come and seeAn octopus’s garden with…
Nothin’ Shakin’
(Fontaine/Calacrai/Lampert/Gluck) I found it outWhat love is all aboutAnd every dayIt sure lets outI see my babyI get weak in my kneesThere’s nothing shakingBut the leaves on the treesMy pappie told meThere’d be times like…
Nowhere Man
( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )He’s a real nowhere man,Sitting in his nowhere land,Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn’t have a point of view,Knows not where he’s going to,Isn’t he a bit like you and me?…
