The Beatles in my dream and in my life.

I had a dream last night,
Seemed like a nightmare.
I was playing with The Beatles,
Three hundred thousand people watched.

We played my favourite songs,
But I’d forgotten the chords.
I had the best guitar,
But my plectrum was broken.

Then we played a song,
To which I knew the chords.
And I’d found the right plectrum,
The wires had tangled up.

I managed to put the connections right,
My hands started to slip.
Everyone got tired,
They told me to practice.

So I went backstage,
Strummed away to perfection.
I rushed back on stage,
And announced I could play.

Finally I played it right,
But I couldn’t hear a note.
The crowd had gotten too loud,
They loved the show while I was off.

Now The Beatles got tired,
They left me on stage alone.
I thought I’d close the show,
But the audience left.

I wasn’t really there,
I was just dreaming it all.
Nobody else could see me,
They’d come to see The Beatles.