John: Since Paul got me a karaoke machine for my birthday last month, we decided we were going to put it to good use!

Ringo: Yay!!! Can we sing "Yellow Submarine"?

John: No.

Ringo: What about "Don't Pass Me By"?

John: No.

Ringo: What about—

Paul: *interrupts.* Ringo, he's just going to say, "No" to everything you say. You know that, right?

Ringo: *disappointed.* Oh.

George: I have an idea for—

John: Shut up, Harrison! I've got this! *slams a CD into the karaoke machine.*

Ringo: Oh, it's this—

John: Shut up, Ringo, it's my moment! *sings.* Instant karma's gonna get you . . .

Paul: *grabs a microphone.* Gonna knock right on the head.

George: *joins in.* You better get yourself together.

Ringo: Join the human race!

John: Those aren't the lyrics, Ringo!

Ringo: Oh, I could have sworn that's what they were.

Paul: *sighs.* Oh, God.

George: *sings and looks pointedly at Ringo.* Pretty soon you're gonna be dead.

John: Yeah, that's what you were supposed to sing, Ringo.

Ringo: Well, pardon me!

John: No! You're not getting pardoned! I'm going to let this simmer in the air.

Ringo: What?

John: Never mind! It's too complicated for you!

Paul: Just shut up, you two! *sings.* What in the world you thinking of . . .

George: *stands up on the desk.* Laughing in the face of love?

John: *joins George on the desk.* What on earth you tryin' to do?

Ringo: Well, right you are.

John: No, no, no, no!

Paul: *face-palm.*

George: *sighs.* Flippin' Hare Krishna.

John: Ringo, you're going to get fired if you can't sing it right.

Ringo: I was singing it right. Those are the lyrics!

John: Not in this part of the song! Read what the machine says on the screen if you can't get it right.

Ringo: I can't read that without my bifocals!

Paul: You need bifocals???

George: You're older than I thought.

John: For God's sake.

Paul: Let's do another song.

George: I've got one! *puts a new CD in the machine.*

Ringo: Oh, I know this—

John: Shut up, Ringo!

George: *starts singing, doing a little dance.* I got my mind set on you.

Paul: I got my mind set on you.

Ringo: I got my mind set on you.

John: I got my mind set on you.

Ringo: Simple lyrics.

John: *smacks him upside the head.*

George: But it's gonna take money.

Paul: A whole lot of spending money.

Ringo: It's gonna take patience and time.

George: Just ignore him.

John: It's gonna take plenty of money.

Paul: To do it right, child.

George: It's gonna take time.

Ringo: And this time I know it's for real.

John: Ringo, just stop.

Ringo: But those ARE the lyrics!

Paul: You're not singing them at the right time, Ringo.

John: Read. The. Screen. On! The! Machine!

Ringo: I can't see it! I already told you!

George: New song.

Paul: My turn to pick. *prances over to the karaoke machine and puts in a new CD.*

Ringo: Ah, it's—

John: Shut up, Ringo.

Paul: *dances around the stage and winks randomly at the audience.* Stuck inside these four walls.

John: *joins him and starts making Lennon faces.* Sent inside forever.

George: Never seeing no one.

Ringo: Nice again like you.

Paul: Mama, you.

John: Mama, you.

George: If I ever get out of here.

Ringo: All I need is a pint a day.

John: *glares.*

Paul: *ignores him.* Thought of giving it all away.

John: To a registered charity.

George: All I need is a pint a day.

Ringo: If I ever get outta here.

John, Paul, George, and Ringo: If we ever get outta here.

George: *slides on his knees and does an awesome guitar intro.*

Paul: *bobbing.* Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash.

John: As we fell into the sun.

George: And the first one said to the second one there . . .

Ringo: For the rabbits on the run!

Paul: *sighs.* Awwwwwwww.

George: We were just getting into the song, Ringo!

John: God, we can't do anything around here.

Ringo: Well, I'm sorry!

Paul: It's okay, Ringo.

George: It's your turn.

John: Maybe he'll get his own songs right.

Ringo: *goes over to the machine and puts in a CD.*

John: Oh, it's this—

Paul: *playfully.* Shut up, John.

Ringo: *sings.* It don't come easy.

George: You know it don't come easy.

Paul: It don't come easy.

John: You know it don't come easy.

Ringo: Got to pay your dues if you wanna sing the blues.

George: And you know it don't come easy.

Paul: You don't have to shout or leap about.

John: You can even play them easy.

Ringo: Open up your heart, let's come together.

John: Hey, that's my song!

George and Paul: Shut up!

Ringo: Use a little love . . .

George: And we will make it work out better!

Paul: I don't ask for much, I only want your trust.

John: And you know it don't come easy.

Ringo: And this love of mine keeps growing all the time.

George: And you know it don't come easy.

Paul: Peace, remember peace is how we make it.

John: And you know it don't come easy.

Paul: Really?!?

John: What?

George: Those aren't the lyrics! This whole time you were harping on Ringo, now you've got them wrong!

John: I did not!

Ringo: Yes, you did. I should know; I wrote it.

George: With a little help from his friend, who is me.

John: *crosses his arms.* That's just what you say.

Paul: Really, John. Those aren't the lyrics.

John: Whose side are you on, Macca?!?

Paul: *smugly.* I'm neutral.

John: *rolls his eyes.* SURE.

George: Well, this was aw-FUL.

Ringo: I think you meant awe-SOME.

George: No. I meant awful.

Ringo: Oh.