John, I saw you sing with Paul today
And a tear rolled down my mother's face
I wish I still had childhood grace
And that everybody had a good time

John, the war still isn't over
Even though we want it gone
But we've still got The Rolling Stones
They're just in need
Of a rolling rhythm

John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon

John, can you hold me like a baby?
'Cause I don't wanna be alone
Running on my own
We're getting old
And our bodies are aching

John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon

John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon

John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon

John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon
John, John Lennon, Lennon