I used my time machine to chase a timeless frequency
And rode it to the Reeperbahn in Hamburg Germany
October1960, thinking it’ll be so cool
To walk into a club and see the bands from Liverpool
I found the Kaiserkeller just by following the noise
The pounding beat of music, and the rowdy German boys
When Rory Storm went on a break the other band came on
Back then it was Stu and Pete with George, Paul and John
Even then the lads were good at stirring up a scene
The girls went wild when John was singing “Sweet Little Sixteen”
The drummer from the Hurricanes was sitting on my right
I asked him why they’d come so far to play there every night
He said they’d go ‘bout anywhere to get a paying gig
And who knew? Maybe one day some of them would make it big
I raised my glass to him and said “I know that you’ll go far.
If someone else is Best, you’re still the one to be a star”.
Early in he morning in that gangster neighborhood
I met George, Paul and John and told them, “Hey, you boys are good!
But wearing all that leather makes you look like two bit thugs”.
When I suggested love beads they said I must be on drugs.
I thought of dropping hints about the winding road ahead
I let them go on laughing down the Reeperbahn instead