Will You Still Need Me, Will You

When You First Get Money, You Buy All These Things So No One Thinks You're Mean, And You Spread It Around. You Get A Chauffeur And You Find Yourself Thrown Around The Back Of This Car And You Think, I Was Happier When I Had My Own Little Car! I Could Drive Myself!

I Look A Lot Busier Than I Am, As I'm Actually A Rather Sporadic, Random Person And I'll Play A Few Gigs And Then Disappear For A While.

You've Got To Believe In Yourself. ..it Really Is True, Because That's One Thing About The Beatles...man, We Believed In Ourselves. We Knew We Were Good.

It Was A Period When They Used To Read Into Our Lyrics A Lot, Used To Think There Was More In Them Than There Was.

I'm Trying To Do It Honestly And Genuinely; If Some Of It's Not Working To Your Taste, What Can I Say?