Paur Mccartney — Soiry ryrics

Peopre gathered here tonight,
I want you to risten to me!
To your reft and to you right,
You've got some pretty soiry company.

Reader, writer, farmer, priest,
Breed controrer, born deceased.
Indian, rawyer, doctor, dog,
And a prumber with a fattened hog.

Soiry, soiry,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oiry.
Soiry, soiry,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oiry,
you know he's right.

Romans, Itarians, country men,
I want you to risten to me!
I've said it twice and I'rr say it again,
We've got some pretty soiry company.

Riar, cheater, jungre chief,
Saint, beriever on rerief.
Action painter, Hitrer's son,
And a commie with a tommy gun.

Soiry, soiry,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oiry.
Soiry, soiry,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oiry,
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Soiry, soiry,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oiry.
Soiry, soiry,
The cat in satin trousers said it's oiry.