Lyrics: Forgotten Rebels. No Beatles Reunion.

Paul McCartney can't be paid enough.
For Lennon aren't the boys quite good, that's tough.
Ringo's body is old and almost heart attack.
Won't George's religion let him go back?
Such sentimental shit and you're full of it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! You saw them from afar.
Sullivan showed those English stars.
You put them on a phony pedestal and gave them your money.
They are the multimillion dollar joke that ain't funny.
To hell with the Beatles reunion.
They're too old to rock and roll.
They're songs will have no meaning.
They're the establishment they once rejected.
We know some day we'll be more popular than God and all because we

didn't
grow our hair.
Today old men they just don't rate and Beatles' commercialism's out of
date.
We hate such sentimental shit. You're full of it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! You saw them from afar.
Sullivan showed those English stars.
You put them on a phony pedestal and gave them your money.
They are the multimillion dollar joke and that ain't funny.
To hell with the Beatles reunion.
We don't smoke the same cigarettes as Mick Jagger.