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the beatles - who's a millionaire? lyrics

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narrator: but what if there had been no cavern club? no brian epstein? no george martin? no capitol records? no lady luck, to smile down on those four lads from liverpool? george harrison very simply puts it this way: “i dunno. i know if we weren’t, uh, making a lot of money and, uh, popular, then we’d just be poor, unpopular beatles.”

narrator: after many successful months of playing at the cavern, the beatles landed a booking tour with a larry parnes’ pop show. the job wasn’t a very good one, just backing a young singer, but it was the first time that the beatles had played outside of thеir native liverpool. after that camе their booking at the indra club in hamburg, germany, and a short time later, their discovery by brian epstein. while in germany, the other beatles—at that time including the late stuart sutcliffe—paul mccartney, who had been with john since the days of the not+too+successful “nerk twins,” and george, who had just become a beatle, all found the young german fräuleins much to their liking. but it was clear that john, although greatly elated over the group’s newfound fame, longed for his home in liverpool, and, in his words: “my love was in liverpool. she and i met one day and suddenly fell in love. later, we were married, and i love her.” and like every good husband, john wanted his family to have financial security, however, at this point, it seems to be the least of his worries. when asked about the rumor if he, or any of the group, was a millionaire, he casually scoffed: “no! that’s another lousy rumor… [?]”
(laughter)
“is brian epstein not a millionaire?”
“no, even he’s not one, unfortunately…”
“where does all the money go?”
“well, a lot of it goes to her majesty…”
(laughter)
“she’s a millionaire!”
(laughter)

narrator: and, she too, is a beatle fan. and, as long as we have beatle fans, i guess we’ll always have beatlemania…



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