Beatles Lend Me Your Comb
Lend me your comb, it's time to go home. I got to go past, my hair is a mess Your mammie will scold, your pappie will shout. Unless we come in the way we went out. Kissing you was fun honey but thanks for the date. But I must come to run honey, but you know baby it's getting late. Just wait till I say: my darling, lend me your comb. We got to go home. Kissing you was fun honey but thanks for the date. But I must come to run, honey. but sugar, it's getting late. Just wait till I say: my darling, lend me your comb. We got to go home.