Song Lyrics

Harry was a bus driver
He was a very forthright man
He'd run down the road, right over a dog
Before he'd change his path

And then he met lovely Loraine
They had a rough and tumble lad
And it didn't come easy but the boy learned to play
On a twelve pound pawn shop axe

And everybody sing loud and shout
Dreamy haze pop stars
The boys came about that Mersey beat sound
Of crude little sketches of guitars

Well, they heard of a sound from a faraway land
That was ruled by a cricket and a king
But a pauper's son would one day come
From twenty-five Upton Green

And there everyday was a place to play
When the final bell had rung
And when the big day come, he was just too young
And they sent 'em all back home

Everybody sing loud and shout
Dreamy haze pop stars
The boys came about that Mersey beat sound
From crude little sketches of guitars

Well, the wild ones don't think much of Johnny
Yeah, a critic's got it rough
And you're a real king mixer but it's my train mister
If you think that's all I've got

Well, you'll be beaten on down by Mersey sound
And then you'll have to choose
Between standing on your own or singing right along
With the ones no better than you

So everybody sing loud and shout
Dreamy haze pop stars
The boys came about that Mersey beat sound
Of crude little sketches of guitars

Everybody sing loud and shout
Dreamy haze pop stars
The boys came about that Mersey beat sound
Of crude little sketches of guitars

Chris Schelske, Willy Braun

The duration of Mersey Beat is 3:39 minutes and seconds.