He played good drums with the Beatles and
Wearing all fine rings on his hands
And still alive, John and George are all dead
But very much Paul was playing lead
But a stick still came so I played the bass
And all last night I heard the songs by Ringo

(Ringo... Ringo...)

I saw him in the british band
The years went by, Holding his hand
Then from on all singing fun
George was singing "Here Comes The Sun"
And hour on hour I listen all day
No human being could play the drums like Ringo

(Ringo...Ringo...)

One day we played the theatre south
And I punched my pal in the mouth
I took the bass and wore a belt
We played Beatles that's how I felt
With us and kids we can't get fame
Like John, Paul, George & Ringo

(Ringo...Ringo...)

I knew someday I'd flunk the test
Which one of us will sing the best
And sure enough the world is here
That we were held up this past year
I left the old band to go solo agan
And just had to not sing like Ringo

(Ringo...Ringo...)

They said my voice was next to Dylan
But my drumming sticks were just lost
When I heard Starr, singing submarine
I wanted to go eat a bean
And I was singing to my girl
By the one and only Ringo

(Ringo...Ringo...)

They say that life is only time
That Ringo Starr dosn't eat a lime
He slowy plays the drum and then
He said to me "We're even friends"
And so at last I understood
That there was still band with Ringo

(Ringo...Ringo...)

I heard the death of George Harrison
He played and cried onto the stage
A dozen girls came over to him
A moment later, we sang "Honey Don't"
The band began to Twist and Shout
But I couldn't hear a song by Ringo

(Ringo...Ringo...)

The story spreads throughout the world
That I had borrowed Ringo's first name
And it was just the years, they say
They made me play the drums okay
But all his songs they can't explain
Old Mister Starr, has the name of Ringo

(Ringo...Ringo...)