Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revolution 9, artist - The Beatles. Date of issue: 21.11.1968
Song language: English
Revolution 9 |
| (Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised: |
| Well, do it next time. |
| I forgot about it, George, I'm sorry. |
| Will you forgive me? |
| Yes.) |
| Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number |
| Then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants |
| About the shortage of grain in Hertfordshire |
| Everyone of them knew that as time went by |
| They'd get a little bit older and a litter slower but |
| It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by someone who's always |
| Umpteen your father's giving it diddly-i-dee |
| District was leaving, intended to pay for |
| Number 9, number 9 |
| Who's to know? |
| Who was to know? |
| Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 |
| I sustained nothing worse than |
| Also for example |
| Whatever you're doing |
| A business deal falls through |
| I informed him on the third night |
| When fortune gives |
| Number 9, number 9, number 9 |
| People ride, people ride |
| Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride |
| Ride! |
| Ride! |
| 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 |
| I've missed all of that |
| It makes me a few days late |
| Compared with, like, wow! |
| And weird stuff like that |
| Taking our sides sometimes |
| Floral bark |
| Rouge doctors have brought this specimen |
| I have nobody's short-cuts, aha: |
| 9, number 9 |
| With the situation |
| They are standing still |
| The plan, the telegram |
| Ooh ooh |
| Number 9, number |
| Ooh |
| A man without terrors from beard to false |
| As the headmaster reported to me |
| My son he really can try as they do to find function |
| Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high |
| And his eyes were low |
| Alright! |
| Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 |
| So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon |
| Or whatever to price it: yellow underclothes |
| So, any road, we went to see the dentist instead |
| Who gave her a pair of teeth which wasn't any good at all |
| So I said I'd marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea |
| In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair |
| I'm not in the mood for whirling |
| How? |
| Dogs for dogging, hands for clapping |
| Birds for birding and fish for fishing |
| Them for themming and when for whimming |
| Only to find the night-watchman |
| Unaware of his presence in the building |
| Onion soup |
| Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 |
| Industrial output |
| Financial imbalance |
| Thrusting it between his shoulder blades |
| The Watusi |
| The twist |
| Eldorado |
| Take this brother, may it serve you well |
| Maybe it's nothing |
| Aaah |
| Maybe it's nothing |
| What? |
| What? |
| Oh |
| Maybe even then |
| Impervious in London |
| Could be difficult thing |
| It's quick like rush for peace is |
| Because it's so much |
| It was like being naked |
| If you became naked |