Pop Hates The Beatles Lyrics - Singles - Allan Sherman

My daughter needs a new phonograph 

She wore out all the needles 

Besides, I broke the old one in half 

I hate the Beatles 

She says they have a Liverpool beat 

She says they used to play there 

Four nice kids from offa the street 

Why didn't they stay there? 

What is all the screaming about? 

Fainting and swooning 

Sounds to me like their guitars 

Could use a little tuning 

The boys are from the British Empire 

The British think they're keen 

If that is what the British desire 

God Save The Queen 

No daughter of mine can push me around 

In my house I'm the master 

But when the British come into town 

Gad, what a disaster 

Little girls in sneakers and jeans 

Destroyed the territory 

'Twas like some of the gorier scenes 

From West Side Story 

Of course my daughter had to go there 

The tickets are cheap, she hollers 

I was able to pick up a pair 

For forty-seven dollars 

When the Beatles come on the stage 

They scream and shriek and cheer them 

Now I know why they're such a rage 

It's impossible to hear them 

Ringo is the one with the drum 

The others all play with him 

It shows you what a boy can become 

Without a sense of rhythm 

There's Beatle books and T-shirts and rings 

And one thing and another 

To buy my daughter all of these things 

I had to sell her brother 

Back in 1776 

We fought the British then, folks 

Parents of America 

It's time to do it again, folks 

When they come back, here's how we'll begin 

We'll throw 'em in Boston harbor 

But please, before we toss 'em all in 

Let's take 'em to a barber