0033 – Astral weeks - Van Morrison (1968)

Compositor: Van Morrison

• Foi gravada em 25 de setembro de 1968 e lançada em novembro de 1968 no disco Astral Weeks. 
   
• Van Morrison cantou e tocou violão. Jay Berliner tocou violão clássico. Ricgard Davis tocou baixo. John Payne tocou flauta. Warren Smith Jr. Tocou percussão e vibrafone.

A letra:

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down In silence easy
To be born again, to be born again

From the far side of the ocean
If I put the wheels in motion
And I stand with my arms behind me
And I'm pushin' on the door
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down In silence easy
To be born again, to be born again

There you go, standin' with the look of avarice
Talkin' to Huddie Ledbetter
Showin' pictures on the wall, whisperin' in the hall
And pointin' a finger at me, there you go, there you go
Standin' in the sun darlin'
With your arms behind you
And your eyes before, there you go
Takin' good care of your boy
Seein' that he's got clean clothes
Puttin' on his little red shoes
I see you know he's got clean clothes
A-puttin' on his little red shoes
A-pointin' a finger at me and here I am
Standing in your sad arrest
Trying to do my very best
Lookin' straight at you
Comin' through, darlin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me would you kiss-a my eyes
Lay me down in silence easy
To be born again, to be born again
To be born again, In another world
In another world, in another time
Got a home on high
Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world
I'm nothing but a stranger in this world
I got a home on high, in another land
So far away, so far away
Way up in the heaven, way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven, way up in the heaven
In another time, in another place
In another time, in another place
Way up in the heaven, way up in the heaven
We are goin' up to heaven, we are goin' to heaven
In another time, in another place
In another time, in another place
In another face

A versão de Van Morrison:

A versão de Glen Hansard:

A versão de Sarah St. Catherine:

774 – Eric Burdon and The Animals – White houses (1968)

Escrita por Eric Bordon, foi lançada em novembro de 1968 em um compacto que tinha Anything como Lado B. Foi a canção que abriu o disco psicodélico deles Every One of us. Chegou ao número 67 nos charts pop americanos. E número 46 no Canadá.

Foi regravada pelo próprio Eric Burdon em 1995.

A letra:

White houses in neat little rows
Contrasting against the sky
Tumbled down black shacks over the tracks
Children so hungry they could cry
The chrome, the steel, the metal dream
Leaving the teepee to rot
The escapist young mind, left behind
Saving dimes for community pot

You better get straight
Better, better get straight
I feel you better get straight right now
Better get straight babe
They're crying out for love
All the time
But they fail to see the neighbors eyes
The TV is on, 6 o clock news
And channels in full colored lies
The company meets, the president speaks
He's young but his bones creak
Young girl dresses for the highschool dance
And the guy next door is dying for a beat
Get straight
You better, yes you better get straight babe
Did you hear what I said?
I said to you, that you, you better get straight
They put a bible in a drawer
Of the motel room
And it's crying out to be read
But it stays right there, collecting dust
No one understands what's being said
Lovers make love in country boxes
What will tomorrow bring?
They've been told that it's wrong
But they don't give a damn
Soon another life it will bring
You better get straight babe
Yeah, you better get straight baby

A versão de Eric Burdon and The Animals:

773 – The Beatles – Good night (1968)

Escrita por John Lennon mas creditada à dupla Lennon/McCartney, foi gravada em 28 de junho de 1968 e lançada em 22 de novembro de 1968. Foi dada pra Ringo cantar. Somente ele aparece na gravação. O resto foi uma orquestra contratada.

John compôs a canção como uma canção de ninar pra seu filho de cinco anos Julian.

Foi regravada pelos Carpenters, Linda Ronstadt, Barbra Streisend, Coldplay, entre outros.

A letra:

Now it's time to say good night
Good night sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night sleep tight
Now the moon begins to shine
Good night sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Good night good night everybody
Evberybody everywhere
Good night.

A versão dos Carpenters:

A versão de Linda Ronstadt:

A versão de Barbra Streisend:

772 – Jefferson Airplane – Lather (1968)

Escrita por Grace Slick, foi gravada entre fevereiro e junho de 1968 e lançada em setembro de 1968 no disco Crown of Creation.

A canção fala de alguém que atende por Lather, que tem 30 anos e que ri do fato das pessoas terem uma expectativa sobre seu comportamento. Foi escrita pra o baterista do Jefferson Airplane Spencer Dryden, quando ele completou 30 anos.

Ela tava tirando onda com ele, amante dela na época, pois foi o primeiro da banda a atingir essa idade.

A letra:

Lather was thirty years old today,
They took away all of his toys.
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Commanding his very own tank.
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
To lie about nude in the sand,
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
And thrashing the air with his hands.

But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
He produces the finest of sound,
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
Snorting the best licks in town,
But that's all over...

Lather was thirty years old today,
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous,
what the old men call insane,
And sometimes he's so nameless,
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.

A versão de Jefferson Airplane:

A versão de Lana Tamta:

A versão de Mad Dolly Rocker:

771 – Deep Purple – One more rainy day (1968)

Escrita por Rod Evans e Jon Lord, foi gravada em 13 de maio de 1968 e lançada em julho de 1968 no disco de estréia do Deep Purple chamado Shades of Deep Purple. Foi a última música a ser gravada no disco.

A letra:

Changes, visible changes
Sky looking so forlorn
It looks like the world's been born
On one more rainy day

Trying to see the sunlight
My heart's crying out loud
I try to see through the clouds
On one more rainy day

One more rainy day
Once again my mind is gray
This is what a rainy day can do
One more rainy day
One more rainy day

Sun starts shining on through
New day a day with you
It's strange what sun can do
On one more rainy day

One more rainy day
Once again my mind is gray
This is what a rainy day can do
One more rainy day
One more rainy day

A versão do Deep Purple:

770 – The Beatles – Glass Onion (1968)

Escrita por John Lennon mas creditada à dupla Lennon/McCartney, foi gravada em 11 de setembro de 1968 e lançada em 22 de novembro de 1968 no Album Branco. É a primeira faixa a ter Ringo na bateria, pois as duas primeiras, Back in the USSR e Dear Prudence, Paul tocou bateria, devido à Ringo ter saído da banda temporariamente por desavenças.

A letra fala de muitas músicas dos Beatles, incluindo There's a place, Strawberry Fields forever, I am the walrus, Lady Madonna, The Fool on the hill e fixing a hole. John fala que o Walrus era Paul, querendo ser amigo, pois o relacionamento deles estava bem abalado na época.

John cantou e tocou violão. Paul tocou baixo, piano e backing vocals. George Harrison tocou guitarra saolo e Ringo tocou bateria e pandeiro. Teve tambem violinos, viola e cello por músicos contratados.

A letra:

I told you about strawberry fields
You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows.

Looking through the bent-backed tulips
To see how the other half live
Looking through a glass onion.

I told you about the walrus and me, man
You know we're as close as can be, man
Well here's another clue for you all
The walrus was Paul.

Standing on the cast iron shore, yeah
Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah

Looking through the glass onion

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Looking through the glass onion.

I told you about the fool on the hill
I tell you man he's living there still
Well here's another place you can be
Listen to me.

Fixing a hole in the ocean
Trying to make a dove-tail joint, yeah
Looking through a glass onion.

A versão de Rita Eriksen:

A versão de Alice Green:

A versão de James Brown:

769 – Otis Redding – (Sittin' on) The dock of the bay (1968)

Escrita por Otis Redding e Steve Cropper, foi gravada em novembro e dezembro de 1967 e lançada em 8 de janeiro de 1968, em um compacto que tinha Sweet Lorene como Lado B. Pouco tempo depois de gravar, Otis morreu num acidente de avião e nunca viu sua música lançada. Ela se tornou o primeiro compacto póstumo a chegar ao número 1 dos charts pop americanos. Chegou também ao número 3 no Reino Unido.

Ele morreu no dia 10 de dezembro. Seu avião caiu no Lake Morona, em Wisconsin.

Redding começou a escrever a letra em agosto de 1967, sentado numa varanda em Sausalito, California. Ele terminou a canção com Cropper, guitarrista do Booker T and The Mgs. A canção tem um assobio e barulho de ondas batendo na orla.

Otis cantou, Sam Taylor assobiou. Ronnie Caldwell tocou teclado. Steve Cropper guitarra. Donald Dunn baixo. Al Jackson Jr. bateria. Andrew Love sax tenor e Wayne Jackson trompete e trombone. Chegou também ao número 7 no Canadá, número 3 na Nova Zelandia. Ganhou dois Grammies.

Foi regravada por Michael Bolton, Glen Campbell, Peggy Lee, Bob Dylan, Don Partridge, Percy Sledge, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, Pearl Jam, Justin Timberlake, Sergio Mendes, entre outros.

Foi a sexta canção mais tocada do século 20, com 6 milhões de performances. É o número 28 das 500 maiores canções de todos os tempos da Rolling Stone Magazine.

A letra:

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes
Watchin' the ships roll in
Then I watch 'em roll away again

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide, roll away
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

I left my home in Georgia
And I headed for the Frisco Bay
'Cause I've got nothin' to live for
Looks like nothin's gonna come my way, so

I'm just come sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time

Looks like nothin's gonna change
Everything seems to stay the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same

I'm sittin' here restin' my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
This two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay

Watchin' the tide roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
I'm wastin' time

A versão de Otis Redding:

A versão de Willie Nelson com Waylon Jennings:

A versão de Pearl Jam ao vivo:

768 – Donovan – Lalena (1968)

Escrita por Donovan, foi gravada em setembro de 1968 e lançada em outubro do mesmo ano em um compacto que tinha Aye my love como Lado B. Chegou ao número 33 dos charts pop americanos e número 22 na França.

Foi escrita inspirada na atria Lotte Lenya, em uma personagem que ela fez no filme The Threepenny Opera.

Harold McNair tocou flauta, Bobby Orr tocou bateria, Danny Thompson tocou baixo e a Royal Phillarmonic tocou a orquestra.

Foi regravada pelo Deep Purple e Trini Lopez, entre outros artistas.

A letra:

When the sun goes to bed
That's the time you raise your head
That's your lot in life, Lalena
Can't blame ya
Lalena

Arty-tart, la-de-da
Can your part get much sadder?
That's your lot in life, Lalena
Can't blame ya
Lalena

Run your hand through your hair
Paint your face with despair
That's your lot in life, Lalena
Can't blame ya
Lalena

When the sun goes to bed
That's the time you raise your head
That's your lot in life, Lalena
I can't blame ya
Lalena

Arty-tart, oh so la-de-da
Can your part ever get, ever get much sadder?
That's your lot in life, Lalena
I can't blame ya
No, no, no, Lalena
Oh, Lalena

A versão de Donovan:

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A versão de Trini Lopez:

767 – The Beatles – Happiness is a warm gun (1968)

Escrita por John Lennon mas creditada à dupla Lennon/McCartney, foi gravada entre 23 a 26 de setembro de 1968, e lançada em 22 de novembro de 1968 no Album Branco.

O título veio de uma revista de armas, que dizia na capa: “A felicidade é uma arma quente”. John pensou que aquilo era uma coisa muito doida, pois uma arma quente quer dizer que você atirou em alguma coisa.

Paul McCartney e George Harrison disseram que Hapiness is a wamr gun é a canção favorita deles dois no Album Branco. Apesar das desavenças entre eles na época, todos trabalharam juntos no ritmo desafiador e na métrica da cancão. Começaram 7 da noite do dia 23 de setembro e terminou as 5 da manhã do dia 26 de setembro. George Martin tava de ferias e pediu a Chris Thomas pra produzir no seu lugar.

John cantou, tocou guitarra elétrica e fez backing vocal. Paul tocou baixo e faz backing vocal. George Harrison tocou guitarra solo e fez backing vocal. Ringo tocou bateria e pandeiro.

Foi regravada por Tori Amos, U2, entre outros.

A letra:

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do, oh yeah

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane.

The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors on his hobnail boots.

Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime.

A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust.

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah)
I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)
Because, (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang shoot shoot)

Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Happiness (bang bang shoot shoot)

Well don't you know that happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah).

A versão de Alice Green:

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A versão de Farosonico:

766 – The Mamas and The Papas – Safe in my garden (1968)

Escrita por John Phillips, foi lançada em 1968 pelos The Mamas and The Papas, em um compacto que tinha Too late como Lado B.

Este é um exemplo bonito de como os Mamas and Papas conseguiam misturar suas vozes em harmonia. Chegou ao número 53 nos charts pop americanos.

A letra:

Safe in my garden
An ancient flower blooms
And the scent from its nature
Slowly squares my room
And its perfume being such
That it's causing me to swoon

Could it be we were hot wired
Late one night, we're very tired
They stole our minds
And thought we'd never know it
With a bottle in each hand
Too late to try to understand
We don't care where it lands, we just throw it

Somebody take us away
Somebody take us away

Safe in my garden
An ancient flower blooms
And the scent from its nature
Slowly squares my room
And it's perfume being such
That it's causing me to swoon

When you go out in the street
So many hassles with the heat
No one there can fill your desire
Cops out with the megaphones
Telling people stay inside their home
Man, can't they see the world's on fire

Somebody take us away, take us away

Safe in our garden
An ancient flower blooms
And the scent from its nature
Slowly squares my room

Take us away, take us away

A versão de The Mamas and The Papas original:

A versão de Henry Dee:

A versão de Sole Singers:

765 – The Doors – Hello, I love you (1968)

Escrita por Jim Morrison, foi gravada em fevereiro e maio de 1968 e lançada em junho do mesmo ano, num compacto que tinha Love Street como Lado B. Chegou ao número 1 nos Estados Unidos, vendendo mais de um milhão de cópias apenas nos Estados Unidos. Chegou também ao número 1 no Canadá. Foi o primeiro bihg hit da banda no Reino Unido, chegando ao décimo quinto lugar.

Jom Morrison escreveu-a em 1965. Ele estava bebendo muito em 1968 e era impossível trazê-lo pra gravar ou compor. Então foram procurar antigos poemas dele.

Jim Morrison cantou, Ray Manzarek tocou guitarra Gibson G101, orgao e fez backing vocals. Robby Krieger tocou guitarra elétrica, John Densmore tocou bateria e Douglass Lubahn tocou baixo.

Foi regravada pelo The Cure, Eurythmics, Simple Minds, Neil Young, entre outros.

A letra:

Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game

She's walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you'll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?

Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game

She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves my brain screams out this song

Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you hope to make her see, you fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?

Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
I want you
Hello
I need my baby
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello

A versão dos Doors:

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A versão do Simple Minds:

764 – The Beatles – Cry baby, cry (1968)

Escrita por John Lennon mas creditada à dupla Lennon/McCartney, foi gravada em 16 de julho de 1968 e lançada no dia 22 de novembro no Album Branco. John a compôs no final de 1967. George Harrison usou uma Gibson Les Paul de Eric Clapton, que depois de algum tempo, ficou pra ele pra sempre.

John cantou, fez backing vocal, tocou violão, piano e orgão. Paul tocou baixo. George Harrison guitara solo. Ringo tocou bateria e pandeiro. George Martin tocou Harmonium.

A letra:

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.

The King of Marigold was in the kitchen
Cooking breakfast for the Queen
The Queen was in the parlor
Playing piano for the children of the King.

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.
So cry baby cry.

The King was in the garden
Picking flowers for a friend who came to play
The Queen was in the playroom
Painting pictures for the children's holiday.

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.
So cry baby cry.

The Dutchess of Kircaldy always smiling
And arriving late for tea
The Duke was having problems
With a message at the local Bird and Bee.

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.
So cry baby cry.

At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by the children for a lark.

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.
So cry baby cry cry cry cry baby
Make your mother sigh.

She's old enough to know better
Cry baby cry
Cry cry cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.
So cry baby cry.

A versão de Alice Green:

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A versão de Katie Melua:

763 – The Zombies – I'll call you mine (1968)

Escrita por Chris White, foi lançada em março de 1968 no Reino Unido, como Lado B do compacto que tinha Time of the season como Lado A.

A letra:

Though you and I would dance and laugh and play
Walk in the light of day
And talk the night away
Could you see, baby you understood then
That I loved you, how I loved you

I couldn't chance to break the spell we had
The happy times we had
And yet the times were sad
Just for me, baby you understood then
I was afraid to try to call you mine

But now you've come to me
(I'll call you mine)
You've brought your love to me
(I'll call you mine)
You'll never look away
Or ever me say
(I'll call you mine)

But now you've come to me
(I'll call you mine)
You've brought your love to me
(I'll call you mine)
You'll never look away
Or ever me say
(I'll call you mine)

I couldn't chance to break the spell we had
The happy times we had
And yet the times were sad
Just for me, baby you understood then
I was afraid to try to call you mine

But now you've come to me
(I'll call you mine)
You've brought your love to me
(I'll call you mine)
You'll never look away
Or ever me say
(I'll call you mine)

A versão dos Zombies:

762 – The Rolling Stones – Dear doctor (1968)

Escrita por Mick Jagger e Keith Richards, foi gravada entre 13 e 21 de maio de 1968 e lançada em 6 de dezembro de 1968, um dia após meu pai completar 20 anos, no disco Beggars Banquet. Trata-se de uma música country com elemntos de blues.

A canção fala de um cara que foi abandonado pela noiva no dia do casamento, que fugiu com um primo dele pra Virginia.

Mick Jagger cantou, Keith Richards tocou violão e fez backing vocal. Brian Jones tocou gaita. Bill Wyman tocou baixo. Charlie Watts tocou percussão. Nicky Hopkins tocou piano e Dave Mason tocou violão.

A letra:

Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
There's a pain where there once was a heart
It's sleepin, it's a beatin'
Can't ya please tear it out, and preserve it
Right there in that jar?

Oh help me, please mama, I'm sick'ning
It's today that's the day of the plunge
Oh the gal I'm to marry
Is a bow-legged sow
I've been soakin' up drink like a sponge

"Don't ya worry, get dressed, " cried my mother
As she plied me with bourbon so sour
Pull your socks up, put your suit on
Comb your long hair down,
For you will be wed in the hour

So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
There's a pain where there once was a heart
I'm sleepin, it's a beatin'
Can't ya please take it out, and preserve it
Right there in that jar?

Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
There's a pain where there once was a heart
It's sleepin, it's a beatin'
Can't ya please tear it out, and preserve it
Right there in that jar?

I was tremblin', as I put on my jacket
It had creases as sharp as a knife
I put the ring in my pocket
But there was a note
And my heart it jumped into my mouth

It read, "Darlin', I'm sorry to hurt you.
But I have no courage to speak to your face.
But I'm down in Virginia with your cousin Lou
There be no wedding today."

So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
You can put back my heart in its hole
Oh mama, I'm cryin'
Tears of relief
And my pulse is now under control

A versão dos Rolling Stones:

A versão de Mike McKlurken:

A versão de Elmo Bitton:

761 – The Beatles – Savoy Truffle (1968)

Escrita por George Harrison, foi gravada entre 3 e 14 de outubro de 1968 e lançada em 22 de novembro de 1968 no disco Album Branco. Foi inspirada no fato de Eric Clapton, grande amigo de George, gostar muito de chocolate. A letra fala de vários tipos de chocolates e avisa a Eric o mal que isso pode fazer aos dentes.

Puxada ao soul, a canção faz referencia à ob-la-di, ob-la-da. Foi regravada por Ella Fitzgerald. Foi composta em setembro de 1968, um período de grande desarmonia na banda. Savoy Truffle foi gravada um dia depois de George Harrison ter gravado Badge, pro LP do Cream qu estava pra sair. Seis saxofonistas tocaram na gravação. Eram todos muito conhecidos na cena de jazz britânica.

George Harrison cantou, tocou guitarra rítmica, guitarra solo, orgao Hammond e violão. Paul fez backing vocal e tocou baixo. Ringo tocou bateria e pandeiro.

A letra:

Creme tangerine and montelimar
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert, yes you know it's good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle

Cool cherry cream, a nice apple tart
I feel your taste all the time we're apart
Coconut fudge, really blows down those blues
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle

You might not feel it now
But when the pain cuts through
You're going to know, and how
The sweat is going to fill your head
When it becomes too much
You shout aloud

You'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle

You know that what you eat you are,
But what is sweet now, turns so sour
We all know Obla-Di-Bla-Da
But can you show me, where you are?

Creme tangerine and montelimar
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert, yes you know it's good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle
Yes you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle

A versão de Dhani Harrison:

A versão dos Analogues:

A versão de Ella Fitzgerald: