I am not the great John, bold and zany,
many-talented, a fun man, brainy,
brought up in Liverpool, shot in New York
before he had properly finished his work.
No, I am Ringo, I bang my drum,
Rumpety tum tara-bam-bam boom.
Nor am I Paul, the emotional one,
his wives and music never done,
went on to Classical after Wings,
with Standing Stone and some other fine things.
No, I am Ringo and I bang my drum,
Rumpety tum tara-bam-bam boom.
Then there 's George who died of cancer,
no, I am not that appealing chancer
whose wife took a lamp and lamped an intruder
and who fell for the Maharashi and Buddha.
No, I am Ringo and I bang my drum,
Rumpety tum tara-bam-bam boom.
I am not so famous as all the rest
though I kept them together with my rhythm and zest.
I am wealthy enough and I live pretty well
but who the hell am I? Who can tell?
Yes, I am Ringo and I bang my drum,
Tara-tara-tara-tara rumpety tum.
Yes, without old Ringo there n the back there would not have existed the Beatles! Kudos to you on a great poem!
I like it.What about Pete and Stu, and George and Brian, and the guy who filled in for Ringo on tour?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed the poem. There was another drummer before Ringo, but I'm not enough of a Beatles fan to have studied them and can tell you who it was.