The Blue Drone gets hippie song stuck in head, forces it upon his unfortunate readers...

Can't...get...it...out. Damn you McCartney!! Damn you!!



Why take advantage of my love for word-play?

You say yes, I say no.
You say stop and I say go go go, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.
I say high, you say low.
You say why and I say I don't know, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
(Hello Goodbye Hello Goodbye) hello hello
(Hello Goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
(Hello Goodbye Hello Goodbye) hello hello
(Hello Goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye
(Hello Goodbye) I say hello.
Why why why why why why do you say goodbye goodbye, oh no?
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.
You say yes (I say "yes")
I say no (but I may mean no.)
You say stop (I can stay)
and I say go go go (till it's time to go oh), oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello helloI don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello helloI don't know why you say goodbye, I say Hello
Hello helloI don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
hello.
Hela heba helloa

I don't get the faux Hawaiian dancers...but it's still a beautiful song with a slight hint at melancholy, I feel.

In any case, it doesn't make me a hippie-wimp. More angry agitprop will come later. When I'm good and ready.