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It's Not True
by Paul McCartney

Some People say she's a bad girl
Some people think she's a fool
Some people tell me she's no good
But I'm telling you
It's not true, it's not true, it's not true
They say that my girl's a mad girl
No saying what she might do
Some people tell me she's crazy.
But I'm telling you
It's not true, it's not true, it's not true

Pretty Little Head
by Paul McCartney and Eric Stewart

Hillmen, Hillmen, Hillmen, Hillmen.
Oh, Oh. Oh, Oh.
Hillmen Come Down From The Lava.
Forging Across The Mighty River Flow. Oh, Oh.
Always Forever, Only So You Don't Worry
Your Pretty Little Head.
Ursa Major......Ursa Major......
Hillmen, Hillmen, Hillmen, Hillmen.
Oh, Oh. Oh, Oh.

Hillmen Bring Garments, Spices.

What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do with my life
Especially when you made a mess of every chance you have of success.
Look at you... just look at you. I said I'm angry just looking at you.

I'm sick and tired of sitting back and listening
To all of your clap-trap.
If you could get me to take the rap I garantee
You'd leave me with a backslap.

You need love, write a letter, you need love, write away.
Get it down, you'll feel better, send it now, write away.

Hey Cinderella, did you need that other fella
On the wrong side of midnight your defences slipped away.
You need attention, so I think it's worth a mention,
That if I can deliver,
Well there wouldn't be no heavy price to pay.

Tough on a Tightrope
by Paul McCartney and Eric Stewart

You don't feel right when I come on strong
Don't get me wrong..
I wait all night but you won't be long
Don't get me wrong
Hear me right. I love you from the bottom of my heart
You make the answer bright
You touch me in a way that no-one else could ever do
If you'll only love me, I'll love you

And if you're tempted to tell a lie

Press
by Paul McCartney

Darling, I Love You Very, Very, Very Much,
And I Really Am Relying On Your Touch.
But With All These People Listening In,
I Don't Know Where I Ought To Begin.
Maybe We Could Hit Upon A Word,
Something That The Others Haven't Heard,
When You Want Me To Love You,
Just Tell Me To Press.
Right There, That's It. Yes. When You Feel The Stress

Well the rest of my life lay in front of me,
I was pedalling down the road,
When a saw Nell Gwynne and her oranges
And I said I'll have one of those.
She said... Move over busker, don't bang your drum
Move over busker, your time will come.

Well I was hanging around for a miracle,
Struggling with a rhyme,
When I saw Mae West in a sweaty vest,

However Absurd
by Paul McCartney and Eric Stewart

Ears twitch, like a dog, Breaking eggs in a dish.
Do not mock me when I say This is not a lie.
It's funny thing, half serious, With our hands on our ears.
Living dreams with mouths ajar, Wide awake, we go to sleep.

However absurd, however absurd... It may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... It may seem.

Stranglehold
by Paul McCartney and Eric Stewart

Can I Get You To Give Me A Minute Of Your Time?
Can I Get You To Slip Me The Answer?
Can I Get You To Slow Me A Little Of Your Mime?
You Were Always A Very Good Dancer
I'd Be Happy To Show You A Bit Of What I Found
I'd Be Happy To Share In Its Beauty
I'd Be Happy To Lay Low Inevitably Bound
I Would Only Be Doing My Duty.

Spoken word:
A master can highlight the phrases,
Sleazy instruments, half talked, half baked ideas...
Dad, you didn't say O.K...
The window was open, outside was a spaceship,
(A master can highlight the phrases) it took off into the sky
leaving a trail of smoke behind it...

Short of the standard. Was it the sum
What was rehearsal Conventional drum
Not quite a hundred. Less than a ton.

Only Love Remains
by Paul McCartney

And If You Take Your Love Away From Me,
I'm Only Going To Want It Back.
I'll Probably Pretend I Didn't See,
But Knowing Me, I'll Want You Back Again, And Again
'Til The Word Has Lost It's Meaning,
And Love Is All That Stays. Only Love Remains.
If You Should Ever Feel That Something's Wrong,
I'm Going To Want To Put It Right,

Good Times Coming / Feel The Sun
by Paul McCartney

I Was Thinking About That Summer So Long Ago
Pack Up Your Bags And Yell "Geronimo".
That Was A Golden Summer, Laught A Lot.
Laughing At The Good Times Coming,
Laughing At The Good Times Coming In.
Good Times Coming, Laughing At The Good Times Coming In.
There Was Something About The Weather, What Can I Say?

Footprints
by Paul McCartney and Eric Stewart

It's Beautiful Outside, An Old Hand Gathers Wood,
Can He See Me Sitting Here? His Mind Is Somewhere Else.
His Friend Have Flown Away, He's Left Out In The Cold.
He Won't Sit By My Fire, He Says He Likes It In The Snow.
Where Footprints Never Go, He Likes It In The Snow.

It's Getting Dark Outside, The Old Hand's Going Home,