(John Lennon, Paul McCartney)
[All This and World War II, Various Artists, 1976]
Damn this bloody war. Periscope up. [spoken by Ringo]
Alright, ow
Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner,
But he knew it wouldn't last.
Jo Jo left his home in Tucson Arizona,
for some California grass.
Get back! Get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back! Get back!
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Jo Jo
[nstrumental verse]
Get back! Get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
You better go on back! Get back!
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back
Yeah
Sweet Loretta Modern
thought she was a woman,
But she was another man.
All the girls around her
said she had it coming
But she gets it while she can.
Get back! Get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back! You better get on back
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back! Get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back Jo Jo
Get back! Get back!
Get back to where you once belonged
Ah yeah, ow
Get back, Loretta
You're mama's waitin'
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ow Ow
Ow Ow Ow
Get back
Me and you
Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner,
But he knew it couldn't last.
Jo Jo left his home in Tucson Arizona,
for some California grass.
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Don't ya?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Don't ya?
Oh?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?
Eh, eh
Benedict Arnold 