Hey John, Don't Get Me Wrong

Tune: John Lennon's and Paul McCartney's "Hey Jude"

Hey John, don't get me wrong—
As a song
Judge, you've made a blunder.
The Devil's not under
Every divan;
Face it, my man—
You've made a blunder.

Hey John, it may be fun,
But it's un-
Cool to storm and thunder.
In future, try under-
Playing the role;
Losing control,
You've made a blunder.

Just open up your "north-and-south"—
Hey John, your mouth
Is richer by one appendage pedal.
And as for what you call your zeal—
Ho, hum. Big deal.
So what do you want? A friggin' medal?
(Blah, blah, blah, bla-ah, blah; blah, blah, blah, blah.)

Hey John, get one thing straight:
Church and State
Man has put asunder.
Rejoinder is under-
Taken in vain;
Folks would complain,
"You've made a blunder!"

So cut it out, and pack it in!
Hey John, your chin
Is functioning more or less at random.
You say that words to rock and roll
Corrupt the soul,
But who in the hell can understand 'em?
(Blah, blah, blah, bla-ah, blah; blah, blah, blah, blah.)

Hey John, I take it back.
You're a Flack
Whiz—a P. R. Wonder.
You've cashed in on under-
Currents of fear.
It's not so clear
You've made a blunder!
(Blunder, shmunder! Look at all that plunder!! Wow!!!!)

Blah, blah, blah, blithering bore!
Blithering bore—that's John.
Yak, yak, yak, yammering Euk!
Yammering Euk—that's John.
Nag, nag, nag, nattering nudzh!
Nattering nudzh—that's John.
Cheep, cheep, cheep, chattering chump!
Chattering chump—that's John.
[repeat with variations, ad nauseam]