Текст Paul McCartney – Monkberry Moon Delight

So I sat in the attic, a piano up my nose
And the wind played a dreadful cantata
Sore was I from a crack of an enemy’s hose
And the horrible sound of tomato

Ketchup
Soup and puree
Don’t get left behind
Ketchup
Soup and puree
Don’t get left behind

When a rattle of rats had awoken
The sinews, the nerves and the veins
My piano was boldly outspoken
In attempts to repeat this refrain

So I stood with a knot in my stomach
And I gazed at that terrible sight
Of two young sters concealed in a barrel
Suckin’ monkberry moon delight, ho!
Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight

Oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Well, I know my banana is older than the rest
And my hair is a tangled beretta. (beretta, beretta)
But I leave my pyjamas to Billy Budapest
And I don’t get the gist of your letter

Catch up
Cats and kittens

Oh — monkberry moon delight, yeah
Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Monkberry moon delight, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monkberry moon delight
Oh, monkberry moon delight
Oh, monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight, oh-oh
Monkberry moon delight
Suckin’ monkberry moon delight

Monkberry moon delight

Monkberry moon delight

Monkberry moon delight

Ah, monkberry moon delight, yeah, yeah

Monkberry moon delight, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Uh, monkberry moon delight

«try some of this, honey!
«what is it?»

Monkberry moon delight, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
(ooh) monkberry moon delight
Uh, monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight