A cold hard September day, dogs barking across the lake
Rocky Racoon (2) was heard to say "That other Rocky - he's a fake"
In the tavern the patrons paused, softly emptied their lagers
And waited for what's in store. Here is Rocky's embittered saga

Paul wrote the lyrics first, then the chords
Royalties had been settled, it was to be in all the stores
Fame, it seemed, all but nestled in my lap
I even met John (3), but only once and briefly
Still, there I was in a song all about me. Well, chiefly
I came back home not two miles from here, told my folks
Even the Mayor of the town bought my beer
Well, you remember, what a day. Oh what a day
What excitement when we learnt
That Rocky Racoon was to be on the double White album
It meant that this town fell into a swoon of self-congratulation
But then, you know, do I have to go on?

Days after the release,
Days when we were all just beginning to know the wrong done us
It was in those days that I knew what hatred meant

Yes, a false Rocky Racoon, I says, an imposter Rocky
Diabolical, hell-sent had pinched my spot, and with it fame and glory
And forever more on the double White, the imposter raccoon with my name
Was to reap the rewards, mine by right