Besedila: George Harrison. Miss O'dell.

I'm the only one down here
Who's got nothing to say
About the war
Or the rice
That keeps going astray on it's way to bombay.
And the smog that keeps polluting up our shores
Is boring me to tears.
Why don't you call me, miss o'dell?

I'm the only one down here
Who's got nothing to fear
From the waves
Or the night
That keeps rolling on right up to my front porch.
The record player's broken on the floor,
And ben, he can't restore it.
Miss o'dell.


I can tell you
Nothing new
Has happened since I last saw you.

And I'm the only one down here
Who's got nothing to say
About the hip
Or the dope
Or the cat with most hope to fill the fillmore.
And your pushing, shoving, ringing on my bell
Is not for me tonight.
So, won't you call me, miss o'dell?

Won't you call me, miss o'dell?