Well how can you say you will when you won't,
Say you do, baby, when you don't? 

Tell the [bad word] now, is love real? 

But oh well honey don't, well honey don't,
Honey don't, honey don't, honey don't
I say you will when you won't, oh honey, don't. 

Well I love you, baby, and you ought to know
I like the way you wear your clothes,
Everything about you is so doggone sweet,
You got that sand all over your feet. 

[Oh, rock on George, one time for me.]
[I feel fine.]
[I'm sad.] 

Well sometimes I love you on a Saturday night,
Sunday morning you don't look right.
You've been out painting the town,
uh baby, been stepping around.

[Oh, rock on George, for Ringo one time.]