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Mccartney Paul Good Evening New York City

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride 'Til I get to the bottom and see you again Yeah,

Well, I was found in the transit lounge Of a dirty airport town What was I doing on the road to ruin? Well, my mama laid me down, my mama laid me down

It was written that I would love you From the moment I opened my eyes And the minute when I first saw you Gave me life from the calico skies I will hold

I read the news today oh boy about a lucky man who made the grade and though the news was rather sad well I just had to laugh I saw the photograph

I was alone, I took a ride I didn't know what I would find there Another road where maybe I Could see another kind of mind there Ooh, then I suddenly

Paperback writer Dear sir or madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look? It's based on a novel by a man named Lear

, oh yeah Everybody had a hard year Everybody had a good time Everybody had a wet dream (Oh yeah) Everybody saw the sunshine Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Everybody had a good

heaven Colored pencils draw the picture Sing your praises as you're sleeping Feel the sense of childlike wonder Sing the praises in city New York City