A classic song from 1965, strangely omitted from the Beatles’ Anthology:

Try to read it his way,
Does he have to keep on writing till he can’t go on?
While you read it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that his posts may soon be gone.
D can work it out.
D can work it out.

Think of what you’re reading,
You can get it wrong and still you think that it’s alright,
Think of what he’s writing,
D can work it out and get it straight, or say good-night.
D can work it out.
D can work it out.

Posts are very short, and there’s no time,
For punning and sniping, my friend,
I have always thought that it’s a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to read it his way,
Only hits will tell if he is right or he is wrong,
While you read it your way,
There’s a chance that comments may be closed before too long.

Posts are very short, and there’s no time,
For punning and sniping, my friend,
I have always thought that it’s a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to read it his way,
Only hits will tell if he is right or he is wrong,
While you read it your way,
There’s a chance that comments may be closed before too long.
D can work it out.
D can work it out.