Ringo: I'd like to be under the sea,

In an octopus's garden, in the shade.

He'd let us in, know's where we've-

[Normal lights come on, enraged Octopus enters on walking frame in two tentacles, cane in one tentacle, shotgun in a another two, and one tentacle shaking angrily.]

Octopus: GET OFF MY LAWN, YOU HIPPIES! (chases Beatles off the stage).

END.