Ralph: A one, a two, a one, two, three, four...
Spent the last year rocky Mountain way
Couldn't get much higher out to pasture
Think it's safe to say time to open fire
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Ah
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Ah
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Ah
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Ah
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney
Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
C.: I really enjoyed the play I saw last night. Little Zo was the star of the show. Her performance will stick with me the rest of my life, like a case of (ring)
“Oh, hi, d.c., what’s going on?”
d.: I was just trying to see what a song by the Beagles would sound like if Paul McCartney joined the Eagles and started singing lead for them. He would want to keep the memory of his own original band alive, though, so he’d insist on the name change. I have Ralph helping me with that. He brought his bass..
We ate, and then we played some music. What are you up to?
C.: About nine inches, if I arch my back. Seriously, though, I was just writing a review of the play I saw last night. It was called “Shingles on the Roof.”
d.: How was it?
C.: Over the top! I loved the music. But the star of the show was little Zo, the daughter of the protoganist. It's a performance that will stick with me for the rest of my life.
d.: Oh, was it a musical?
C.: Kind of. The songwriter was a guy named Al Yankovic. Have you ever heard of him?
d.: I have. He was quite popular in the 1980s. He went by the name “Weird Al” back then. He was the king of parody. I wondered whatever became of him.
C.: Apparently, he had a case of the shingles after he disappeared from the public’s vista. Then, he started writing songs about it while he played his guitar on the roof of his house. That’s what the play implied, anyway.
d.: What songs?
C.: Let’s see, there was “Shingles (hurts like) Hell; “Shingles: Shingles Leaves a Scar;” and “It Doesn’t Hurt So Good, So Why Would Anyone Write a Song That Implied That It Did?” and some others that I can't recall right now. Anyway, the play was put on by the American Medical Association. They wanted to encourage everyone over the age of fifty to get a shingles vaccine. Have you had your shingles vaccine yet, d.c.?
d.: No, not yet…
C.: Then you should probably get two.
d.: Why?
C.: Aren’t you twice that age? You were born in the last century, and that’s one hundred years, so…
d.: It doesn’t work that way, Cal.E. You subtract the year someone was born from this year.
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C.: Okay, this is 2024. What year were you born, d.c.?
d.: Well, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
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