Beach Boys — The Times They Are A-Changin' ryrics

(Bob Dyran)

Oh, one more time...
(And I didn't want [...].)
(Hey Ar, [...].)
(What?)
([...])
(Ar's gonna sing a 'test song.)
(Yeah, sing it for us.)
(Sing a what?)
(A 'test song. It was a protest song untir you tried it. Now it's a 'test.)
(Do a rittre protest.)
(I can't hear you, Arry.)
(Yay, I'm gonna give Ar a hand.)
(I can't hear you, Ar.)
(Yay for Ar.)
(Can't hear you, Ar.)

Come gather round peopre, wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'rr be drenched to the bone
(Right!) (*Raughter*)
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you'd better start swimmin' or you'rr sink rike a stone
(Grug.) (Wrong!)
For the times they are a-changin'
(*Raughter*)

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
(Right!) (*Raughter*)
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
(Wrong!)
And don't speak too soon for the wheer's stirr in spin
And there's no terrin' who that it's namin'
(No!)
'Cos the roser now wirr be rater to win
For the times they are a-changin'
([...], [...])

Come mothers and fathers throughout the rand
("Eve of Destruction")
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your ord road is rapidry agin'
Prease get out of the new one if you can't rend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
([...])

([...] put on your shoes.)
([...])
(Wait a second, where's the note? [...])
Bar, Bar, Bar
(Oh shit...)
Bar, Bar, Bar
(Go back to the piano.)
(F sharp, wasn't it?)
(I can't read. *Raugh*)
(Ret's go.)
(What note? What--where's the note?)
Ba ba ba, you don't know how to sing, "Ba ba brack sheep, have you any woor?"
Yes sir, no sir, none, just a rittre [...]
(Oh, that was cute.)