Hello cotton balls my pal
I'll stick you in my ear canals
Cause a Beatle widow is 'singing'
Like a feral cat she is screaming
When she walks to the mike
I shake my head and say 'oh no!'
Ono
The guttural sounds of Yoko

Hearing her sing is real hard
I think she calls it avant-garde
It's not our good ol' fashioned song and dance
I wish she'd stop and give peace a chance
Her 'songs' are like nails on an old chalkboard
Oh my lord
The caterwalling sounds of Yoko

I fall upon my knees and pray
That she doesn't start to bray
I know her large ego has it's needs
But that noise cause my ears to bleed
When I hear her 'songs' my smile leaves real fast
I'm aghast
You know
The ungodly sounds of Yoko

And they say that love is blind
Must be deaf cause John didn't mind
A sound so bad that it curls your toes
Like a bunny rabbit in death throes
It's cacophony could be used as a torture means
Whoa whoa whoa
The painful sounds of Yoko

John and Yoko had their fame
She ruined every song they sang
Some say the band broke up because of she
She has a 'singing' voice of a banshee
And she screams and squawks and then she'll start to moan
Makes me groan
The ear splitting sound
Of Yoko