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  1. Introduction
  2. Did You Know?
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  4. Lyrics: Yellow Submarin

Introduction

The Beatles pose together before their performance in a TV studio in London, England, in 1966. (AP Photo)

Embark on a colorful journey with The Beatles’ “Yellow Submarine,” a whimsical anthem that has captivated audiences since its release in 1966. This cheerful track, both musically and visually delightful, stands as a testament to The Beatles’ creative versatility. In this exploration, we dive into the depths of “Yellow Submarine,” uncovering its joyful melodies and enduring charm.

Did You Know?

An Animated Adventure “Yellow Submarine” not only shines as a musical gem but also inspired an animated film of the same name. Released in 1968, the film takes viewers on a psychedelic and surreal journey, mirroring the song’s whimsical spirit.
Collaborative Creativity Penned by John Lennon and Paul McCartney, “Yellow Submarine” is a collaborative creation that captures the camaraderie of The Beatles. The song features Ringo Starr on lead vocals, adding a distinctive charm to its character.

Cultural Impact and Enduring Popularity Beyond its initial release, “Yellow Submarine” has become a cultural touchstone, resonating across generations. Its catchy chorus and playful lyrics have solidified its place as a beloved classic, embraced by fans young and old.

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Lyrics: Yellow Submarin

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun
‘Til we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
Full speed ahead, Mr. Boatswain, full speed ahead!
Full speed it is, Sergeant!
Cut the cable, drop the cable!
Aye-aye, sir, aye-aye!
Captain, Captain!
As we live a life of ease (a life of ease)
Everyone of us (everyone of us) has all we need (has all we need)
Sky of blue (sky of blue) and sea of green (sea of green)
In our yellow (in our yellow) submarine (submarine, ah-ha)
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

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