i’m the taxman (hey, baby) ah ah baby, been stepping around aha ain’t she sweet? always no sometimes think it’s me and i’d rather see you dead and i’ll forgive and still they lead me back to the long winding road are you going to be in my dreams at the star and so beatles – keep your hands off my baby (live at the bbc). (don’t me down…) (i’ve been waiting a long long time)

oh, yeah (you gotta) check and see one more time for me a bad little kid moved in to my neighbourhood a partridge in a pear tree a, b, c, d about a lucky man who made the grade all the money’s gone, nowhere to go and change the beauty of the melody and got myself a steady job and never ask me why they don’t get past my door and since i lost you and you lost you hair and you will be the leader of a big, old band as it’s only a northern song baby says she’s mine, you know baby, lay down your arms birthday greetings, bottle of wine brrr! if you want our love to last.