GEORGE HARRISON - AN APPLE A DAY

You created an avalanche of music,
Yours was a worthwhile trade.
You were the group of excellence,
You sang the top of your grade.
Just speaking of God,
And they flew like a bird.
The Corps of the Media,
Flashed on every word.
You were idolized by many,
In every city and town.
Your records were number one,
There was Nothing to put you down.
The Eyes of the Government,
Fondly coveted your purse.
You worked your guts out,
For other people, you curse.
You were the top British export,
You can't pawn your M.B.E.'s.
You smiled so wryly,
As you went through the tease.
The native population,
Took the Beatles for a ride.
You were such good sports,
As you played for the home side.

WAYNE MANNION
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS