
This is one of those Beatles songs that seems to tell a story while never quite making sense when you examine the lyrics alone. When the results of this "genre" are bad, they're really bad ("She Came In Through the Bathroom Window"), but some great guitar playing and Paul's shattering vocals carry it off, so that you're so entranced, you hardly even notice the song ends with a banal nursery rhyme.
(C) 2008, It's All Too Much.