"And I've run out of pale ale and I feel like I'm in jail and my music bores me once again and I've been on the pinball and I no longer know it all and they say that you never know when you're insane Got fleas in the bedroom got flies in the bathroom and the cat just finished off the bread So I walk over Soho and I read about Monroe And I wonder was she really what they said Got a call from a good friend "Come on down for the weekend" Didn't know if I could spare the time I knew a woman who was crazy about a boy who was lazy but it didn't work out 'cos they just couldn't make it rhyme Hey Jude, you were alright I could have grooved with you all night But you turned your back on the party game Mama if I keep my head clean, will I really have a good dream? Or will I wake up in confusion just the same? And I've run out of pale ale and I feel like I'm in jail Got fleas in the bedroom, got flies in the bathroom Got a call from a good friend, "Come on down for the weekend" Hey Jude, you were alright, I could have grooved with you all night And I've been on the pale ale, and I feel like a pinball ** Brian Protheroe, "Pinball" (song)"