When I listen to the Beatles
I see my dad\'s old record player
and going through his LP collection
my seven year old self begging
Please please let me listen to the Beatles.
When I listen to the Beatles
I am a young teenager on holiday once more
in the back seat of the family car
driving rain on Welsh mountain roads
cassette tapes playing, our ticket to ride.
When my dad listens to the Beatles
his grey thinning hair once again a mop of dark curls
sharp-suited in the smoky clubs of his youth
the Sixties music is fresh, brand new and exciting
and he meets my mother for the first time on the dance-floor.