Lend Me Your Comb - The Beatles

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.

We got to go home.