Any way, we cut a hit and we toured a bit

With a song he said he couldn't use.

And now he calls, and begs and crawls

—It's telephone deja vu!

We've got percentage points, some lousy joints

And all the glitter we can use, Mama,

So—huh—don't call us now. We'll call you.

Translation: I just got a major client. It dropped out of the sky, more or less.

So. You know.

But can someone just a few years older tell me whether that Beatles riff is, indeed, from "Day Tripper"? I totally missed that in the 70s, due to certain deficiencies in my education that I really don't want to discuss right now.

Please continue to send me money and gin. Because I like gin. And money.

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