Life goes on, brah!

Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better.

Pope John Paul would be more popular if he called himself Pope John Paul George and Ringo

And in the end
the love you take
is equal to
the love you make

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.

I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath

And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood?

And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make...