I don’t have to be so wise,
You’re just my fantasy
And I will fantasize.
Something more or less to make things started,
We’re the artisans
And we’ve been crafted.
I wanna be your magical mystery,
I wanna be your final history –
This is the news.

Nothing’s ever been so wild;
All that I get to do
Is what I give to you.
This is all about the circles we’ve found,
And through the ups and downs
It goes round.
Oh, I was just beginning to grow strong,
She was only eighteen summers long –
We were the news.

Round and round it goes
And oh, don’t you know,
This is the game that we came here for?
Round and round it goes
And oh, don’t you know?

I wanna be your magical mystery,
I wanna be your final history –
This is the news of my life.
Oh, I was just beginning to grow strong
She was only eighteen summers long –
We were the news.