(Verse 1: E. Oks)
I got a story that I’d like to recite for y’all,
It was Yesterday, no Wait, The Night Before.
I had woke up that morning with no presence of any pain,
Good Day(,) Sunshine, plus I saw a Penny Lane (layin’)
On the floor, when I walked out my apartment door
Thinking Baby You’re A Rich Man,
Even though I can’t afford to get high
Without a Little Help From My Friends,
Still I Let It Be, don’t scream, “Help!”
And pretend it was different, cause
Tomorrow Never Knows
If my sorrow and my woes
Will unfurl into gold
On this Long And Winding Road,
On which I saw a Honey Pie
Running by
And thought, “I aughta know her number,”
So I wiped away my Golden Slumbers
Cause “Something in the way she moved
Attracted me like no other lover.”
Then I moved to her
Cause my mood was up
And introduced to myself,
She said her name was Julia,
I said, “I don’t mean to be rude to ya
But Don’t Pass Me By
You have no idea what I would do for ya.”
Acting gassed up
Feeling cool on the grill
I had my head in a cloud
Like the Fool On The Hill

(Chorus: E. Oks)
Revolution number 9,
Ego’s pollution numbs the mind,
And so we’re used to running blind, (come on man!)
Revolution number 9,
Ego’s pollution numbers the mind
And so we’re used to running blind! (Come on man!)
Said Revolution number 9,
I’m calling for a revolution number 9,
There’s no movement with bills
So fuck a fool on the hill,
Let’s move on to revolution number 9

(Verse 2: E. Oks)
Now I’m no Lady Madonna, but still I wanna
Show kids it is sad
We went from “Money Can’t Buy You Love”
To just “Throw It In The Bag,”
So I get with this honey,
Then see the chick isn’t funny
Because she screams, “You Never Give Me Your Money!”
And I can’t Carry That Weight,
I wanna get married today
Take a daring escape
From all the various games
From you hysterical dames,
Who I know I’m wrong for cause my heart’s tore (Tour)
This Magical Mystery’s lame
I’m sick of hiding my love
I wanna Act Naturally
Cause that’s actually All You Need.
Is love what I feel? (love, love, love)
Even this might be a crush (I want you)
When I say: “I Want You!”
They yell “You Like Me Too Much” (I want you so bad)
So I’m biting my tounge
Burning through my Rubber Soul (sole)
As I Run For Your Life
I can’t take another blow
I’m so tired of these lover woes (I want you)
But don’t tell another soul
Cause even my mother doesn’t know.

(Chorus: E. Oks)
Revolution number 9,
Ego’s pollution numbs the mind,
And so we’re used to running blind, (come on man!)
Revolution number 9,
Ego’s pollution numbers the mind
And so we’re used to running blind! (Come on man!)
Said revolution number 9,
I’m calling for a revolution number 9,
There’s no movement with bills
So fuck a fool on the hill,
Let’s move on to revolution number 9

(Verse 3: E. Oks)
I told you if you ever left I’d be longing
Why’d you wrong me
She said: we’ll Come Together
When I come to gather my belongings
So I Cry Baby Cry
I said, “Why baby why?”
She said, “Don’t cry, it’s just I’m
Not really looking for a guy whose rhyming,
See, I wanna ride with a guy
Who can put me in the Sky With Diamonds”
And at the same time
I don’t want him to be too immersed
In loving me because I need the chase
Across The Universe…”
Finally B, I could see right through all her
Tricks of the soul
As she stood there with a
Foolish grin, perfectly still,
Searching for thrills.
I worshiped a Girl
Who was Fixing (fixed in) A Hole
(of “blubber crud” – from About Getting It, by Buddy Wakefield. Don’t Sleep On It.)
I couldn’t listen no more
So for her it was, “Good Night,”
But that didn’t mean that I was finished risking it all:
I wanna find a Dizzy Miss Lizzy
Stay spinning until we
Fall to our heals
In Strawberry Fields Forever

(Chorus: E. Oks)
Revolution number 9,
Ego’s pollution numbs the mind,
And so we’re used to running blind, (come on man!)
Revolution number 9,
Ego’s pollution numbers the mind
And so we’re used to running blind! (Come on man!)
Said revolution number 9,
I’m calling for a revolution number 9,
There’s no movement with bills
So fuck a fool on the hill,
Let’s move on to revolution number 9

(Outro: E. Oks)
Rev…Numb…
Revolution…9
Revolution number 9
Re–…9
Revolution number 9, 9,
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number…
“All that ass, in those jeans…”
“I’m pretty…I’m pretty…
I…
Pretty Boy Swag!”
“Youngest kid out that’s word to Chuck English”
Everyone of them knew that as time went by
They’d get a little bit older and a little bit slower…
With the situation, they are standing still