Sir James Paul McCartney, MBE, Hon RAM, FRCM, sopra e apaga hoje setenta velas. Apesar das segundas serem dias de azuis, esta canção (uma das muitas que escreveu e das minhas favoritas de sempre) tem qualquer coisa de blue, por ser um pouco triste e nostálgica - sobretudo nesta versão ao vivo no célebre mini-concerto dado no terraço do prédio onde funcionava a editora apple, em que a par do registo de uma banda em final de estado de graça pontifica um delicioso retrato social da época: cortes de cabelo, vestuário (minissaias & tudo), postura british...



Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner 
But he knew it couldn't last. 
Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona 
For some California grass. 
Get back, get back. 
Get back to where you once belonged 
Get back, get back. 
Get back to where you once belonged. 
Get back Jojo, go home 
Get back, get back. 
Get back to where you once belonged 
Get back, get back. 
Back to where you once belonged. 
Get back Jo. 
Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman 
But she was another man 
All the girls around her say she's got it coming 
But she gets it while she can 
Get back, get back. 
Get back to where you once belonged 
Get back, get back. 
Get back to where you once belonged. 
Get back Loretta 
Your mother's waiting for you 
Wearing her high-heel shoes 
And her low-neck sweater 
Get back Loretta, 
Get back, get back to where you once belonged 
Get back, get back. 
Get back to where you once belonged. 
Get back, get back. 
Get back to where you once belonged. 
Get back, get back. 
Get back to where you once belonged.