Come Together

Shoot me
Shoot me
Shoot me
Shoot me

Here come old flat-top, he come groovin' up slowly
He got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy rolley
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker, he just do what he please

Shoot me
Shoot me
Shoot me
Shoot me

He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football
He got monkey fingers, he shoot Coca-Cola
He say, "I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together, right now
Over me

Shoot me
Shoot me
Shoot me

He bag production, he got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair, you can feel his disease
Come together, right now
Over me
Come together, right now
Over me

Over me
Over me
Over me

Shoot me
Shoot me

Shoot me
Shoot me
Come together
(Come together)
Come together
(Come together, Come together, Come together, Come together)
Come together
Shoot me
(Come together, Come together, Come together, Come together)
Come together
Shoot me
Come together
Over me



Credits
Writer(s): John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
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