I have called you McCartney.
There are younger than you, younger.
There are louder than you, louder.
There are cooler than you, cooler.
But you are McCartney.
When you play at Super Bowl halftime,
No one appreciates you.
No one sees your MBE, no one hears
The years of Beatlemusic behind your riffs,
The rock'n'roll legacy.
And when your voice sails into our living room
All the rhythms sound
In my body, pyrotechnics
Light the stage,
And my parents leave the room.
Only Ringo Starr and I,
Only Ringo Starr and I, Paul,
Listen to you.
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