This is one of those Beatles songs where performance is everything, and it really is beautifully performed...as long as you don't listen to closely to the lyrics. If this song really is "an exultation to the simultaneous orgasm"(as one British music critic graphically put it), I'd say lyrics such as "Hold you in his armchair, you can feel his disease" are pretty lousy foreplay. Nevertheless, the song has Lennon's usual great vocals and some stinging guitar work.
(C) 2008, It's All Too Much.