It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still think you’re fab after all of these years
You won’t believe me
All you will see is a bird you once knew
Although she’s collecting antiques
And social security too
I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn’t squander my wages on songs
That were no more creative
Than “Home on the Range”
So I chose acid rock
Some retro punk, and Eminem too
But no one impressed me as much
I never expected them to
As for excepting knighthood, what was it worth
When it seemed to your mates
You’d forgotten the place of your birth
Where was our Beatle boy
Who rocked the world composing with John
So you claim “Yesterday” as your own
Let’s face it, tis not Ludwig van
Don’t cry for me Paul McCartney
The truth is, I never left you
When silly love songs, were all you’d proffer
I kept your picture
You kept your Hofner
Walter received a degree in English literature from William Paterson University. She knows a Hofner bass when she sees one.
