It started in Liverpool, England
A sound of feeling and emotion
It started in Liverpool, England
And swept up the youth of the world
And what adults speaking in many foreign languages looked on in awe,
Four young boys from a poor British seaport slum town.
Their hairstyle, a harmless defiance of convention
Their musical style, fresh
Are renowned, which they have never dreamed of
And perhaps, never really wanted
The Beatles had even picked a name
which defied and challenged acceptance
Their very success, ironically, seems
to defeat their "I don't care" philosophy
But through it all
Confused at times, perhaps a little frightened at times
They've clinged to their identity
And grown closer to one another
From such romantic sounding, but dank appearing Liverpool clubs
Is the cavern or iron door
Where the smell of seawater mixes with the odor of ciggies,
Now come the sound delights
The singing and screaming junior auxiliaries
Of Britain's story at angry men
But always upfront
George, Paul, John, and Ringo
A quartet of musical rebellion
Who make no effort to charm, but strangely enough by that very act,
Charm their most severe critics
And like pied pipers, their fans are a legion
But their cohost reactions are a phenomenon
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