Lend Me Your Comb Songtext
von 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.


Just wait till I
Say: my darling,
Lend me your comb.
We got to go home.