MARILYN MONROE IN A BULLET BRA LEFT AN IMPRESSION I’LL NEVER FORGET SO DID THE FIRST TIME I SAW THE BEATLES ON OUR TV SET JUST TEN YEARS OLD DROP-JAWED IN AWE ON THAT EVENING IN ‘64 CAUGHT UP IN ALL THE HOOPLA OF JOHN, PAUL, RINGO AND GEORGE
MY BEST FRIEND’S GARAGE WAS BEATLE LAND WEARING MOP TOP WIGS WE BECAME THE BAND PRETEND GUITAR LICKS ON HOCKEY STICKS OUR DRUMS WERE GARBAGE CANS WE WERE MORE THAN FANS IN BEATLE LAND AS WE JAMMED IN BEATLE LAND LIP SYNCING “I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND” IN OUR GRAND BEATLE LAND
SOLD PENNY TICKETS TO ATTRACT THE NEIGHBOR KIDS TO OUR SHOW MY LITTLE SISTER WAS THE WARM-UP ACT DANCING THE MASH POTATO THE BACKYARD PACKED TO WATCH US REENACT THAT MAGIC ON OUR TV SCREENS SCREAMING GIRLS WERE ALL WE LACKED AS WE GOT LOST IN THE DREAM
MY BEST FRIEND’S GARAGE WAS BEATLE LAND WEARING MOP TOP WIGS WE BECAME THE BAND PRETEND GUITAR LICKS ON HOCKEY STICKS OUR DRUMS WERE GARBAGE CANS WE WERE MORE THAN FANS IN BEATLE LAND AS WE JAMMED IN BEATLE LAND LIP SYNCING “I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND” IN OUR GRAND BEATLE LAND
NOW MORE THAN 50 YEARS HAVE DISAPPEARED, HALF OF THE QUARTET IS GONE BUT IN MY MIND I GO BACK IN TIME WHEN I HEAR A FAB FOUR SONG
MY BEST FRIEND’S GARAGE WAS BEATLE LAND WEARING MOP TOP WIGS WE BECAME THE BAND PRETEND GUITAR LICKS ON HOCKEY STICKS OUR DRUMS WERE GARBAGE CANS WE WERE MORE THAN FANS IN BEATLE LAND AS WE JAMMED IN BEATLE LAND LIP SYNCING “I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND” IN OUR GRAND BEATLE LAND
I OFTEN GO BACK TO WHERE IT ALL BEGAN TO THE NOSTALGIA OF BEATLE LAND
