I'm now going to see how many Abbey Road lyrics I can fit into a single, semi-intelligible paragrah:
Ohhhh darling, mean mr mustard should see polythene pam, in our little hideaway beneath the waves, because here comes bang bang maxwell's silver hammer...it's alright. Once there was a way to get back hoooome, but I'm out of college, money spent, see no future, pay no rent, all that money gone there's no place to goooo...come together!
Ribena with cranberry makes me insensibly high. Wonder if they sell any at 7-11...