Texty: Beatles. Revolver. And Your Bird Can Sing.

You tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me
You don't get me

You say you've seen the seven wonders
And you bird is green
But you can't see me
You can't see me

When your prized possessions
Start to weigh you down
Look in my direction
I'll be ?round, I'll be ?round

When your bird is broken
Will it bring you down?
You may be awoken
I'll be ?round, I'll be ?round

You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me
You can't hear me