Lyrics:

By Paul McCartney
Can't say (I've) found out
(I) can't tell you
What's all about
Don't know who does
(I) tell you to
Beware, my love
Beware, my love
Beware, my love
Beware, my love
Beware, my love
Beware, my love
Oh, oh, oh
No, no, no
I must be wrong, baby, yeah
But I don't believe that he's the one
But if you insist
I must be wrong, I must be wrong
I have to leave
And when I'm gone
I'll leave my message in my song
That's right
Beware, my love
He'll bowl you over
Beware, my love
Before you're much older
He'll sweep you up under his carpet
You'd be in luck if you could stop it
Come on, now
Well, he'll wear you out
And in a miniute
You'll hear a shout
And then you'll be in it
So, so beware my love
'cause he'll take you under
Beware, my love
The sound of his thunder;
Can't say (I've) found out
I tell you to
Beware, my love
Beware, my love
Beware, my love
Beware, my love