no. (roses_rejoice) wrote,
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With appyologies to Sir Paul...

But hey, "home" and "Jones" don't rhyme in the original either.

Desmond helps sell weapons in the market place,
Molly is of record on the briefs.
Desmond says to Molly, "Girl, I like your face,"
And Molly says, "At least you're not like other creeps."
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah,
La-la, how the life goes on.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah,
La-la, how the life goes on.

Desmond SUV's to the convenience store,
Pays too much for hot dogs, pop and chips.
Takes them back to Molly at the office door,
So she can eat and stay up all night briefing shit.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, Brah,
La-la, how the life goes on.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, Bra,
La-la, how the life goes on.

In a couple of years, they might clean up home sweet home,
With a couple of cats shedding on the bed
Of Desmond and Molly Jones,

Happy ever after in the market place,
Desmond fills the kitty box with sand.
Kitty stays at home to wash her kitty face,
And in the evenings she's a singer with the band. (Meow!)
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, Brah,
La-la, how the life goes on.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, Brahs,
La-la, how the life goes on.
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