Live at the BBC Disc Two
Can't buy my love, oh
Love, oh
Can't buy me love, oh
I'll buy you a diamond ring, my friend
If it makes you feel all right
I'll get you anything, my friend
If it makes you feel all right
I don't care too much for money
Money can't buy me love
I'll give you all I've got to give
If you say you love me, too
I may not have a lot to give
But what I've got, I'll give to you
I don't care too much for money
Money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love, oh
Everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love, oh
No, no, no, no
Say you don't need no diamond rings
And I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of things
That money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money
Money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love, oh
Everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love, oh
No, no, no, no
Say you don't need no diamond rings
And I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of things
That money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money
Money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love, oh
Love, oh
Can't buy me love, oh, oh
Alan Freeman: Paul?
Paul: Yes?
Alan: Now, listen--
Paul: Yes?
Alan: Are you singing?
Paul: Mmm...
Alan: Do you have any particular idol that you've ever copied your singing style from?
John: What about my book?
Alan: John, go away.
John: What about my--
Paul: Used to be sort of influenced by Elvis in the old days, I think.
Alan: Really?
Paul: Yeah, used to love him.
John: What about my book, then?
Paul: Chuck Berry, Chuck Berry, Carl Perkins, and, eh, Marvin Gaye and things. Can't really sing like them, you know. I like them, though, love them.
John: What about it?
Alan: Paul, what about singing "Till There Was You"?
There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
Till there was you
There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
Till there was you
Then, there was music
And wonderful roses, they tell me
In sweet, fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew
There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
Till there was you
Then, there was music
And wonderful roses, they tell me
In sweet, fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew
There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
Till there was you
Till there was you
Brian Matthew: The next few minutes, we're in the lap of the gods and the hands of the Beatles. In my young days, when I was a lad, they used to have actors in films and now that they--
Paul: Yes?
John: Hey! Listen!
Paul: It's all changed, now, Brian. They're not doing that, no actors.
John: It's all changed, now.
Brian: But this is what I wonder. In those days, the actors used to say their best bits were left on the cutting room floor. Did you find that?
John: No, no, no, those were the good bits in the film. You should have seen the rest.
Brian: Yes?
John: Rubbish!
Brian: Was it, really?
John: Even worse, yes.
Brian: Who was worst?
John: Oh, Paul.
Brian: I see.
Paul: I think John was about the worst.
John: No, it was you.
Paul: Oh, Ringo was very good. He was. He's a good lad.
Brian: He was. They're saying he's a new Charlie Chaplin. Do you think that's right?
John: He was miming.
Paul: You, too, with Jason.
John: Oh, yes, he's an old one. Okay, Ring?
Brian: Beginning to look like that. Now, then--
Ringo: All right, John. Can you hear me?
Paul: Can you hear him? Hello!
Brian: Not really. I hope not. I hope not!
John: We brought you the flowers, Ring.
Brian: He's not allowed to talk.
Ringo: Eh?
John: We brought you the flowers.
Ringo: Oh, good.
John: And the grapes.
Ringo: Oh, I like grapes.
Paul: He likes grapes.
George: We've been to Portugal.
Brian: Guess who's, guess who's top of the pops in Portugal, then.
All: Who?
Brian: Los Beatles.
John: Los Beatles? Great, great laugh.
Brian: I don't suppose you know the title of your film in Portuguese?
John: No. Crinsk dee Night?
Brian: Could be. Let's hear the number, shall we?
John: Right.
It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel all right
You know, I work all day
To get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it, just to hear you say
You're gonna give me everything
So why on earth should I moan?
'Cause when I get you alone
You know, I feel okay
When I'm home, everything seems to be right
When I'm home, feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah
It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel all right
So why on earth should I moan?
'Cause when I get you alone
You know, I feel all right
When I'm home, everything seems to be right
When I'm home, feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah
Mmm, it's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel all right
You know, I feel all right
You know, I feel all right
Brian Matthew: Is that it? Is that the end?
Paul: Yeah, yeah, that's it.
John: Fade, fade!
Brian: Good track. Oh, well, we'll stop there, stop there, stop there.
John: What an end!
Brian: Quiet! All right, George.
John: Fade!
Brian: Hold it!
George: Oh, thank you.
John: Fade, you silly.
Brian: Well, we did. We did that. Oh, no! No! We've done that bit!
John: The train comes in now.
Brian: We did that.
John: Yeah.
Brian: To pove we weren't playing the record, then, you see. 'Cause, otherwise, there's no point in you being here, is there? Ha, ha, ha!
John: Yeah, we did that, 'cause it sounds just like it, don't it?
Brian: Pretty cool lot of fellows, aren't you? Here, Ringo, have a banana, catch!
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
Love you like no other, baby, like no other can
Love you like no other, baby, like no other can
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
Tell me that you love me, baby, let me understand
Tell me that you love me, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
Hey
Tell me that you love me, baby, let me understand
Tell me that you love me, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man, that's right
I wanna be your man, hold me tight
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your man
Alan Freeman: George, is it true that you're a connoisseur of the classics?
George: No, it's just a rumour, a rumour.
Alan: Just a rumour?
George: Hmm.
Alan: Did you enjoy singing "Beethoven"?
George No. Been singing it for 28 years, now, you know.
Alan: For how long?
George: Twenty-eight years.
Alan: That's incredible. Could you manage one more performance?
George: Um, possibly.
Alan: Oh, go on, say, "yes."
George: Yes, thank you.
Gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rocking little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over, Beethoven
Gotta hear it again today
You know, my temperature's rising
And the jukebox blows a fuse
My heart's beating rhythm
And my soul keeps a-singing the blues
Roll over, Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
Well, if you feel it and like it
Get you rlover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up, just a trifle further
And a-reel and rock it, roll it over
Roll over, Beethoven
Dig these rhythm and blues
Early in the morning, I'm a-giving you the warning
Don't you step on my blue, suede shoes
Hey, diddle, diddle, I'm a-playing my fiddle
Ain't got nothing to love
Roll over, Beethoven
A-rocking in, two by two
You know, she wiggles like a glow worm
And dance like a spinning top
She's got a crazy partner
Ought to see them reel and rock
Long as she's got a dime
The music will never stop
Roll over, Beethoven
Roll over, Beethoven
Roll over, Beethoven
Roll over, Beethoven
Roll over, Beethoven
Dig these rhythm and blues
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow, I'll miss you
Remember, I'll always be true
And, then, while I'm away
I'll write home, every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
I'll pretend that I'm kissing
The lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true
And, then, while I'm away
I'll write home, every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving
I will send to you
All my loving
Darling, I'll be true
Oh
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow, I'll miss you
Remember, I'll always be true
And, then, while I'm away
I'll write home, every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving
I will send to you
All my loving
Darling, I'll be true
All my loving
All my loving
Ooh, ooh, all my loving
I will send to you
You say you will love me
If I have to go
You'll be thinking of me
Somehow, I will know
Some day,, when I'm lonely
Wishing you weren't so far away
Then, I will remember
Things we said today
You say you'll be mine, girl
Till the end of time
These days, such a kind, girl
Seems so hard to find
Some day, when we're dreaming
Deep in love, not a lot to say
Then, we will remember
Things we said today
Me, I'm just the lucky kind
Love to hear you say that love is love
And though we may be blind
Love is here to stay and that's enough
To make you mine, girl
Be the only one
Love me all the time, girl
We'll go on and on
My love don't give me presents
I know that she's no peasant
Only ever has to give me
Love, forever and forever
My love don't give me presents
Turn me on, when I get lonely
People tell me that she's only fooling
I know she isn't
She don't give boys the eye
She hates to see me cry
She is happy just to hear me
Say that I will never leave her
She don't give boys teh eye
She will never make me jealous
Gives me all her time, as well as loving
Don't ask me why
She's a woman who understands
She's a woman who loves her man
My love don't give me presents
I know that she's no peasant
Only ever has to give me
Love, forever and forever
My love don't give me presents
Turn me on, when I get lonely
People tell me that she's only fooling
I know she isn't
She's a woman who understands
She's a woman who loves her man
My love don't give me presents
I know that she's no peasant
Only ever has to give me
Love, forever and forever
My love don't give me presents
Turn me on, when I get lonely
People tell me that she's only fooling
I know she isn't
She's a woman, yeah
She's a woman
She's a woman
She's a woman
She's a woman
She's a woman
Whoa, she's a woman
She's a woman
Ooh, she's a woman
She's a
They're really rocking in Boston
Philadelphia, P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
Way down in Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen
Sweet Little Sixteen
She's just got to have
About a half a million
A-framed autographs
Her wallet's filled with pictures
She gets them, one by one
Becomes so excited
Oh, won't you look at her run, boy?
Oh, Mommy, Mommy, please, may I go?
It's such a sight to see
Somebody steal the show
Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I beg of you
Whisper to Mommy it's all right with you
Sweet Little Sixteen
She's got the grown-up blues
Tight dresses and lipstick
She's sporting high-heeled shoes
Oh, but tomorrow morning
She'll have to change her trend
Become Sweet Sixteen
And back in class, again
Yeah, 'cause they'll be rocking in Boston
Philadelphia, P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
Around Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
And down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen