Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9...

[catbert836]

...Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number...
...Then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants
...About the stortage of grain in Hertfordshire
Everyone of them knew that as time went by they'd
Get a little bit older and a little bit 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 die (...) Ottoman...
(...)...Long gone through...(...)
I've got to say irritably and...
(...) Floors, hard enough to put on (...) Per day's md in our district
There was not really enough light to get down,
And ultimately (...) Slumped down
Suddenly...
They may stop the funding...
Place your bets
The original
Afraid she'll die (...)
Great colours for the season
Number nine, number nine
Who's to know?
Who was to know?
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
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...
People ride, people ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Ri-i-i-i-ide
Ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ide
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
(...) I've missed all of that
It makes me a few day's late
Compared with, like, wow!
And wierd stuff like that...
(...) Taking our sides sometimes
(...) Floral bark
Rouge doctors have brought this specimen
I have nobody's short-cuts, aha...
Nine, number nine
(...) With the situation
They are standing still
The plan, the telegram...
(Hubbbbba, hubbbbba, hubbbbbba, hubbbbba, hubbbbba
Number nine, number Hubbba)
A man without terrors from beard to false
As the headmaster reported to 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!
It was on fire and his glasses were the same
This thing know if it was tinted,
But you know it isn't
To me it is...
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon
to price it (...) Yellow underclothes
So, any road, we went to see a dentist instead
That 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
Block that kick, block that kick
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
Bird's for birding, and fish for fishing
Them for themming and when for whemming
...Only to find the night-watchman
Unaware of his presence in the building
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine
Industry allows financial imbalance
Thrusting it bewteen his shoulder blades
The watusi, the twist
Eldorado
Take this, brother, may it serve you well
Maybe it's nothing
What, what oh...
Maybe, even then, impervious in London
...Could be difficult thing...
It's quick like rush for peace because it's so much
Like being naked
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright
If, you've become naked
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that nixon

[swag]

1. Turn me on, dead man.

[Hissyspit]

2. Punched that into a Rockola cafe jukebox several times and then left.

[ghostsofgiants]

3. Such an eerie track.

[Ivan Sputnik]

4. Can you take me back where I came from

Can you take me back
Can you take me back where I came from
Brother can you take me back?
Can you take me back?
Mmmmm can you take me where I came from
Can you take me baaaaacckk . . .

[ForrestGump]

5. A good place to start for those who claim that

John Lennon never produced anything less than pure genius and is the Lord King High God Beatle....more specifically, that Paul wasn't fit to touch John's guitar strings. Paul, by the way, had been doing these kinds of sonic collages at home since the mid-'60s but never inflicted any of them on the world's listening population.

It was crap in 1968 and it still is. It's probably what made Charlie Manson nuts. It doesn't sound any better backwards, either. Turn me off, dead man.

But he redeemed it, sorta, with the exquisite "Number Nine Dream."