The Ballad About John Lennon

       Oh, tell me, how did it all happen
       That this life stopped 'cause of the weapon.
       John, John.
       You rested on your divine laurels,
       The kettle-drums sounded your honours.
       Din-don.
       The Liverpool lights shone so brightly,
       The Hamburgers shouted excitely.
       Ring-ring.
       And girls had just only the one goal,-
       They're mad on the date with their idol.
       Swing, swing.
       You're loved by the paupers and reaches,
       They rocked and they rolled like the witches.
       John, John.
       You treated the Noble Society,
       Despised Jesus Crist with no hearty,-
       How's wrong!
       You've seen how the world knelt before you,
       But lived in the one that just bored you.
       John, John.
       And just only your slanting Yoko
       Have trusted to her hopeless joker,
       Her own.
       But mirrors of world is so crooked,
       The one dropped the idol and booted.
       Crush, crush.
       You know, dregs are just overcrowded,
       And Robin of music has murdered.
       Oh, gosh!
       And soon your big apple's divided,
       And you hid yourself and retired,
       Old chap.
       Oh, how is relentless your life crime,
       The shots will be heard in the prime time,-
       Clap, clap!
       Oh, tell me, how did it all happen
       That this life stopped 'cause of the weapon.
       The Eve...
       But records will always play here,
       And you give the chance to the sphere -
       To live...