The author of this poem wrote most of the humorous dialogue (uncredited) for Yellow Submarine.
Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death
When I'm 74
Or when I'm 91
Or when I'm 104
Let me die a youngman's death
Roger McGough
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