Once upon a time, there were three little boys called John,
George, and Paul, by name christened. They decided to get together because they
were the getting together type. When they were together, they wondered what
for, after all, what for? So, all of a sudden, they all grew guitars and
fashioned a noise. Funnily enough, no one was interested, least of all the
three little men. So-o-o on discovering a fourth little even littler man called
Stuart Sutcliffe running about them they said, quote 'Sonny get a bass guitar,
and you will be alright, ' and he did - but he wasn't alright because he
couldn't play it. So, they sat on him with comfort 'til he could play. Still,
there was no beat, and a kindly old man said, quote 'Thou hast not drums!' We
had no drums! they coffed. So, a series of drums came and went and came.
Suddenly, in Scotland, touring with Johnny Gentle, the group (called the
Beatles called) discovered they had not a very nice sound, -because they had no
amplifiers. They got some. Many people asked what are the Beatles? Why Beatles?
Ugh, Beatles how did the name arrive? So, we will tell you. It came in a vision
- a man appearing on a flaming pie and said unto them 'From this day on you are
Beatles with an A.' Thank you, Mister Man, they said, thanking him. But before
we could go we had to grow a drummer, so we grew one in West Derby in a club
called Some Casbah, and his trouble was Pete Best. We called, 'Hello Pete, come
off to Germany!' 'Yes!' Zooooom. After a few months, Peter and Paul (who is
called McArtrey, son of Jim McArtrey, his father) lit a Kino (cinema) and the
German police said, 'Bad Beatles, you must go home and light your English
cinemas.' Zooooom, half a group. But even before this, the Gestapo had taken my
friend little George Harrison (of Speke) away because he was only twelve and
too young to vote in Germany: but after two months in England he grew eighteen,
and the Gestapoes said 'you can come.' So suddenly back in Liverpool Village
were many groups playing in grey suits and Jim said 'Why have you no grey
suits?' 'We don't like them, Jim' we said speaking to Jim. After playing in the
clubs a bit, everyone said 'Go to Germany!' So we are. Zooooom. Stuart gone.
Zoom zoom, John (of Woolton) George (of Speke) Peter and Paul zoom zoom. All of
them gone. Thank you, club members, from John and George (what are friends).
By John Lennon.
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