While the critics are waxing poetic
'Bout his album with T Bone Burnett
John is racking his mind for a memory
That he swore he could never forget
Of a time on the banks of the Mersey
When the world hadn’t heard of him yet
When he practically did this for free
This is John turning 73
On the red eye with Yoko to London
He looks up and says “That’s fucking great!”
As he reads the front page of The Guardian,
Seems they’ve stirred up another debate
Some Conservative MP wants to shut down
Their new gallery show at the Tate
But the Queen even said, “Let it be”
This is John turning 73
As the pseudonym “@BedInForTweets”
And he fucks with the Westboro Baptists
And deflates the prevailing elites.
He composes a comeback so nasty
That he posts and then quickly deletes.
Then he turns and stares down the sea.
This is John turning 73
In the studio, Sean and Mark Ronson
Run a song with their guest David Byrne
Until John hits the talk back to greet them
And says “Lads, here’s a new one to learn”
So they listen to roughs in Garageband
As they wait for Questlove to return
And he nurses his chamomile tea
This is John turning 73
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